On Thursday, November 18 my father died in the hospital, with my sister, my brother, my great friend Lukas and I at his bedside. He was 84 years old. Without over-thinking my action, I quickly created a stamp to honor my dad. When guests came to his house in observance of the Jewish tradition of mourning, following his funeral, they found the pathway strewn with stamped leaves. My eight-year-old niece, Caitlin, helped me to place the leaves on either side of the slate path.
“All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates life” said Oscar Wilde.
I heard from your Mom that you lost your Dad.
Losing a parents is one of the hardest things we go through. There is just something about that one person who was always available for us is suddenly physically not available. I take a great deal of comfort in knowing that our parents are always with us. I was delighted to know he had a close relationship with his children. I missed seeing him over the years but was happy to know that he had a good life. Be well and I hope to see you this sumer.
I am so sorry. I feel like if I have known and loved him a life.
My sincerest condolences.
I am sorry about your lost. May your memories give you and your family the strength in this difficult time.
Sincerely,
May
Dear Bill,
I am sorry for your lost. I love the way you commemorated your father and the on going leafamessage project. I hope one day the leaf will be blowing toward Santa Fe or all over the country. I am looking forward toward your next project. Keep on creating.
sincerely,
Trang