Back in March my husbands grandma passed away. She was 90, and has been ill for quite a few years. She struggled with breast cancer, heart issues, you name it. But, if you ever met her, you’d never know she was in pain. She was such a strong lady. I am so honored to have known her for the short time I did.

Shortly after I met my husband Clark, I met his grandpa who passed away a few years later. He too struggled for some time before he passed away. When I first met him, he sang to me such a sweet song. He said, this song was for me and Clark, “I was meant for you, you were meant for me….” Such an amazing man. He was laying in his big recliner when he sang this, and just that example right there was so inspirational to me. Here this man has got to be in such pain, and is so sick – ready to pass on to his next life in Heaven, yet he’s here singing to me, someone he just met.

These two are such special spirits and touched so many lives here on earth with so much love and radiance. I can’t imagine the power they now have – up in Heaven, watching over us.

I created this sketch to honor their love for others, but also for each other. They were so in love, all of their kids, right down to their great-grandkids knew it, and felt it. Because of their loving example to each other, they created such a happy family around them. I too, loved them for that example. I am sure they were so excited to be back in each others arms after grandma passed. She was a strong and patient lady, waiting for her turn to go to Heaven.

Love you, Grandma and Grandpa! 🙂

Could I Have This Dance Forever

About the Artist

I’m an artist, author, and poet. My work is often shaped by lived experiences and by paying close attention to the world around me… nature, and the people who have helped shape my life.

I usually paint first, and the words come later. Painting has been the safest way I’ve found to be honest about things that are hard to say out loud, and over time I’ve noticed other people finding their own stories in the work too.

My paintings are meant to comfort, to feel like a presence rather than a statement, and to give space for each person to find their own meaning. The connection that happens there matters most to me.