Last October 18, my grandfather passed away. He was 80.

He has lived a full life. He watched his kids graduate. He watched them get married and build a family. He slept in their homes. He even had great grandkids.

I am his granddaughter. I always will be.

This news piece is dedicated to all the artists whose artworks have helped me cope with such a loss. He was the best thing in all our lives. To lose someone that great, support becomes the most valuable commodity.

I have come to realize that distance never posed to be a problem in terms of relating to scraps of paint and pictures. I have come to understand my grief more, taken it in longer… thanks to your art.

I think the fact that I feel this pain shows that I am slowly accepting this loss. This would have been unbearable without the beauty of your crafts.

Again, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

My grandfather.

Denial


Anger


Bargaining


Depression



Acceptance