My wonderful father lost his fight against cancer on 13th March 2007. The last conversation I had with him was about my daffodils in my front garden.
He was extremely ill and due for another operation on the day he died. It was an absolute blessing he didn't make it and died peacefully at home in his sleep, in the early hours of that morning.
I remember being in total shock, even though I had known for months he was going to die, there was still that clutching at straws hope.
My World froze, it stood still. Everything was as before. However, I had totally lost myself, my heart and my soul had left me.
Of course, if you have ever lost anyone in your life, you must find a way back to yourself.
I have discovered through the deaths of both of my parents, some personal modification needs to take place in order for you to move forward.
That fateful day I spoke to my Father, when I was so upset, he turned our conversation around towards my daffodils, totally soothing my pain.
It seems fitting that of course the daffodil stands for sunshines of hope and is the symbol for one of the charities for cancer.
My daffodils, I painted them orange with streaks of yellow. My Fathers favourite colour was yellow. He had such a sunny personality, so much the vitality and energy of the colour orange running deep into his soul too.
I can honestly say I never saw him down, he was a true gentleman and an absolutely incredible person.
He would treat everyone the same, the beggar on the street, was just as important to my Father, as was the highest person in Authority.
My daffodils are floating upwards. The idea being was that I allowed them, through my painting, to be caught on the breeze, floating upwards towards Heavens Gates.
The purple butterflies stand for intuition, mystery and the opening of the dark veil through our minds eye into next dimensions.
The girl, of course, is a young portrait of myself. Strands of her hair are being caught and lifted by some of those spiritual purple butterflies.
Her journey, this pain to her is in the extreme distant future.
The look is one of total joy, elegance and contemplation. For she is still in her total carefree days of every Summer she will ever encounter in her lifetime.
Thank you so much my Wonderful Father, for giving me some of the best Summers of my life.
May Heaven treasure you, just as I loved and treasured you, here, back down on Earth........
He was extremely ill and due for another operation on the day he died. It was an absolute blessing he didn't make it and died peacefully at home in his sleep, in the early hours of that morning.
I remember being in total shock, even though I had known for months he was going to die, there was still that clutching at straws hope.
My World froze, it stood still. Everything was as before. However, I had totally lost myself, my heart and my soul had left me.
Of course, if you have ever lost anyone in your life, you must find a way back to yourself.
I have discovered through the deaths of both of my parents, some personal modification needs to take place in order for you to move forward.
That fateful day I spoke to my Father, when I was so upset, he turned our conversation around towards my daffodils, totally soothing my pain.
It seems fitting that of course the daffodil stands for sunshines of hope and is the symbol for one of the charities for cancer.
My daffodils, I painted them orange with streaks of yellow. My Fathers favourite colour was yellow. He had such a sunny personality, so much the vitality and energy of the colour orange running deep into his soul too.
I can honestly say I never saw him down, he was a true gentleman and an absolutely incredible person.
He would treat everyone the same, the beggar on the street, was just as important to my Father, as was the highest person in Authority.
My daffodils are floating upwards. The idea being was that I allowed them, through my painting, to be caught on the breeze, floating upwards towards Heavens Gates.
The purple butterflies stand for intuition, mystery and the opening of the dark veil through our minds eye into next dimensions.
The girl, of course, is a young portrait of myself. Strands of her hair are being caught and lifted by some of those spiritual purple butterflies.
Her journey, this pain to her is in the extreme distant future.
The look is one of total joy, elegance and contemplation. For she is still in her total carefree days of every Summer she will ever encounter in her lifetime.
Thank you so much my Wonderful Father, for giving me some of the best Summers of my life.
May Heaven treasure you, just as I loved and treasured you, here, back down on Earth........