I am always passionate about the pieces I create, but never as much as I was this time. My Papa had become very ill and as I prepared for what would end up being my last trip home to Texas to visit him I decided I wanted to draw him with his sidekick, Holly.
The day before leaving I got out my pencil and locked myself up in the study until I was done. When I took him the drawing he was barely able to open his eyes. We weren’t sure he was able to comprehend what it was until we reached down to take it from him and with a firm grip he held onto this picture. When he built up a little more energy later, he opened his eyes just enough to look at the drawing of him and his dog...
I think this ranked up there as one of the greatest moments of my life and a blessing as an artist.
Two weeks later it was the focal point next to his flag-draped casket. My favorite memories are of him drawing me pictures of Popeye and telling me to go “Pick on somebody your own size”. He was a great man…and quite the artist too!!
Oh, Shannon!
This picture of your Papa is perfect!! It looks just like him...
May God bless you in your business! You are blessed with an incredible gift indeed.
Posted by: Shari Morris (Franny's OLD HS Friend!) | January 19, 2009 at 07:16 PM
Shannon - I just teared up reading your post about your grandfather. You are so gifted, and, again, Robby and I are so proud of you.
Posted by: Ashley | January 19, 2009 at 09:58 PM