Monday, July 18, 2016

One for my Mom

Her breathing is slower, more labored, has more sound.  She may be nearing the end, we may be nearing the end of the road.  So, I put on this live recording of Frank Sinatra and I turned it up.  I hope he takes her by the hand and leads her to a place where she can dance, and laugh, and have a drink with Frank.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Every other day

That's when I see her, every other day.  It's a discipline, it's a homage, it's a hug, it's the only way I can bear witness to these final never ending days.

Friday, July 1, 2016

June sketches on July 1st

Is today the last day?
Some days are better than others