Summer at the studio -

…After a different spring.

My parents went to the eternal hunting fields, one after the other.

I sat by my fathers bedside from spring to summer, until he died.

Before that, he had taken care of my mother at her sickbed for almost 3 years.

They were married for 59 years.

When death comes in time it is a beautiful and fantastic event.

One feels that even though its a goodbye to this life, it is a birth into the next!

It is an opening to something new, and a great joy, once the body has turned old, and life is used.

And all the paintings I was ready to paint in the spring, I am painting now. Very exciting!

At christmas some of them go to New York.

Also exciting!

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All is well that ends well!

and - life goes on!