Yesterday was my Grandpa's birthday and next week will be the anniversary of his death. He was one of my favorite people in the whole world and I always really admired his incredible talent as a watercolor artist. He was first major loss that I experienced in my life. I miss him greatly and think of him often in Autumn in particular. His life was filled with loving and long-lasting companionship in family and friends; bountiful wit and good humor; pastimes including world travel, painting and other creative pursuits, golf, sailing, and teaching his grandchildren to fish; and public service as a veteran, an optometrist, and a leader in general in the small-town community that he called home. He cared about others and it really showed. He used to call me "punkin"(like pumpkin) or "punkin' head" - which I loved. :)

Wow . . . he was amazing with watercolors! At what age did he pick that up? How long have you been missing him...?
ReplyDeleteI don't think he picked up painting until he was in his 40s. Fortunately he painted so much in his life that everyone in our family has a handful of his works hanging up at home. He passed away 3 years ago after a long bout of leukemia and lymphoma.
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