A few of Jeff's sketches -- click on the images to see more detail.
After reading Kathleen's blog this morning, I thought about the passages of life. I remember when my son was born and his growing years. He loved Dr. Seuss books and drew very elaborate sketches that let me know he would someday be an engineer or something similar. His sketches were so detailed. Was I surprised when he chose computer programming? Not one bit. As years passed I remember the feelings I had when he left home, married and started his own family. I realized that although I would continue to be a mother, that "child rearing" stage of my life had passed. I was proud of him. He and his wife had two beautiful girls, and he adored them. Then one day he discovered a lump above his ankle which turned out to be malignant. I had just retired (the Universe knows what it's doing), and so I was available to accompany him to his chemo, radiation and surgeries. Many days we spent driving into Los Angeles, and I'm grateful for those days because we talked like we had never talked, just the two of us. He began to sketch again. He made his transition the end of February 2007, so it has been almost two years. His girls are growing up. His wife is working and being a wonderful mom. We all miss him so much. I'm posting some of his art as a tribute to his life. Peace.
After reading Kathleen's blog this morning, I thought about the passages of life. I remember when my son was born and his growing years. He loved Dr. Seuss books and drew very elaborate sketches that let me know he would someday be an engineer or something similar. His sketches were so detailed. Was I surprised when he chose computer programming? Not one bit. As years passed I remember the feelings I had when he left home, married and started his own family. I realized that although I would continue to be a mother, that "child rearing" stage of my life had passed. I was proud of him. He and his wife had two beautiful girls, and he adored them. Then one day he discovered a lump above his ankle which turned out to be malignant. I had just retired (the Universe knows what it's doing), and so I was available to accompany him to his chemo, radiation and surgeries. Many days we spent driving into Los Angeles, and I'm grateful for those days because we talked like we had never talked, just the two of us. He began to sketch again. He made his transition the end of February 2007, so it has been almost two years. His girls are growing up. His wife is working and being a wonderful mom. We all miss him so much. I'm posting some of his art as a tribute to his life. Peace. 
5 comments:
a beautiful tribute. wish you peace and the joy of the season.
Marilyn, sweet soul, you are living my worst nightmare. I don't know if I would have the strength and grace you display so abundantly in your art and your words. My heart breaks for you. I wish you Peace and love in the New Year. You are an inspiration.
I just dropped by to wish you a Happy New Year and read your post about your son. Beautiful tribute!
Hugs!
Hi Marilyn,
Came by your blog quite by accident but realized after reading the section about your son that is was not an accident. I have three sons and my heart literally broke when I read about you and yours losing him to this life. I was thrilled, however, to see his John 3:16 post. God bless you richly. Dianne
Hi Marilyn,
I was browsing art blogs and found many commonalities like working in mixed media and learning how to transition to using a Mac. You have a welcoming blog.
I was about to leave when this post caught my eye and clutched my heart.It's my child's BD, today in Feb. Tears flowed because I ache for you and your family that you lost your precious son 2 yrs ago.
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