12x12 oil pastel on canvas
one of a kind
I got to thinking about my paternal grandfather today.
I have not mourned his death and I knew, at some point, the grieving process would progress. Normally when I get to thinking of him I push it away and stop the emotions. Usually because I am somewhere public and it is not the "place" to wail and do the ugly cry. You know the kind with the snot dribbling from your nose and bits of tissue stuck to your face.
Today I was home...