My father died eight months ago.
I spent the last three weeks of his life in the hospital with him.
In these ~
His last days on Earth ~
Days of Pain ~
My father offered me ~
Pure Love ~
Without which ~
The Soul ~
Of a father's little girl ~
May have lost its Way ~
Down the Path of Life.
This time that I shared with my father ~
Was a gift that he offered to me.
This painting is the first that I painted after his death.
While I feel that he is the one who painted it ~ through me ~
This painting is a gift to my father ~ from me.