Have you read THE FIVE PEOPLE YOU MEET IN HEAVEN? Well I am looking forward to meeting my three people in heaven one day.
I struggled with this one. Some would call it a labor of love. I like to call it a re-discovery of love. Love of family, love of unity, love for those who gave us life and are no longer with us.
This is the home where I truly remember beginning my life. I was in the 5th grade and I was 10 years old. I also remember that my Mom and Dad thought this house would bring them so much happiness.
I have three sisters and one brother. Our little brother would ride his pedal car on the awesome patio. My sisters and I would sit out on the patio (in the retro red chairs) and hoped the boys would come walking/cruising by.......or we would be out in the yard playing croquet. I am married to one of the boys who went cruising by.
This house sits on a (double) corner lot. There is a pond, picnic table, benches and archway made from rock. The garden was beyond beautiful. My father took pride in his flowers and it was very evident. To this day, I remember his favorites...........which I tried to put in this painting. Dad was very patriotic........always hanging the flag out for special days, including each one of our birthdays. My mother was thrilled to have such a beautiful home. We were very fortunate to live there. Best home on the block.
My parents passed away in the 80's. Before that, they sold the house to my youngest sister, Karen. My sweet nieces grew up in this house, as well. This year, we lost Karen. She died in this very house.
So, I created this painting out of love for not only Karen, but for my entire family. A tribute to all who have passed on, and to those who are still living. By doing so, I remember the good things and I am proud to share it with all who are interested.
Don't take your life for granted. There is always something to gain and treasure from it.