All the things so dear to me now will turn into meaningless rubbish the instant I stop breathing. Some will embarrass me to death. (I will have to die twice) Gosh, I should start doing something about it.
I have many slides of his paintings (including lost + sold ones) packed with other photographs, somewhere in the closet. I will dig them out soon, when I can stand looking at him.
We'll then have a slide show, with all the curtains down in this room. Coffee and chocolate will be served.
I'll help, and so will the sisters. We'll all look together.
ReplyDeleteNo, Deb, I didn't mean "junk" as his artwork, not at all! I meant I should start getting rid of my old stuff. (his work will never be an embarrassment to me) Sorry I gave the impression by combining my thoughts and his work together in one page. I'm sorry.
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