Yesterday my dad and I attended a graveside service for my aunt Alice. My memories of her are from many years ago. My brother, sister and I use to swim at my aunt and uncles beach quite often in the summer when we were finished haying for the day or when ever we could slip a swim in to our day. Alice was always kind and talked to me as if I was an adult and not just a kid, something at the time I thought was nice but being a kid went a little unnoticed. Now many, many years later I realize it was not just a kind gesture but part of who she was. It makes sense that my cousins would also be kind and thoughtful people something that was very clear in the way they looked out for and after their mom.
Im very uncomfortable around people and as much as I would love to be able to say the right thing at the right time it is a skill I will most likely never have. So instead I painted them something each in memory of their mom.
Acrylic on Canvas 8x8in.