10" x 8"
Oil on canvas panel
My father died tonight. It was not unexpected, nonetheless, he is now gone. I decided to, as my friend said, "Give sorrow words..." through paint.
"The grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break."
"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal.
Love leaves a memory no one can steal."
Good night Dad. You were loved.
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