On February 21, my dearly beloved dad passed away at the wonderful age of 88. Even so, his passing was quite unexpected; we called him our Energizer Bunny -- he always seemed to bounce back from each new malady that befell him as he grew older. He was very much like the late Will Rogers: He never met a man he didn't like, and everyone who knew him adored him.
We went through the requisite emptying of his apartment at the senior living facility where he spent his last few years, and we brought home many of his things, including several boxes of facial tissue he had stashed away (he was always afraid he'd run out). I became intrigued by a rendering of irises on one of the boxes; because they're such tall flowers, they were drawn winding their way around three sides of the container. So I tried my hand at depicting them the way I thought they should look, using watercolor paints and black and white pens, and this picture poured forth.
I'd like to think that love guided me through the process; I know that love was the inspiration.
We're going to miss you, Dad.