Memories and Broken Heart

I just realized that I stamped Sept 25th instead of May 25 on this.  Well, I'll cover it somehow and restamp.  DUH...

Memorial Day 2015 - May 25th:

We got a call at 7:59 a.m., Grandpa Charles passed away.  He was 82.  Maybe we weren't completely surprised but it was still unexpected.  My father-in-law was a hardworking man who did his best to make his family happy.  He was quiet and didn't say much, but if we needed him, he would be there.  You know I'm always ready to say that we weren't really that close to him, but once I started going through my memories, he is going to be missed.  Charles did magic with his roast.  He never shared the recipe so now it's lost, but he always brought a huge pan of his special roast with him to every party.  He always asked how things were, did we need any help, and was genuinely concerned with our family.  As I am writing this, I am looking at a 21 year old family portrait of my four kids and remembered that Charles bought my daughter's dress that she's wearing.  I remember buying the boys' shirts to match the dress.  How quickly all these special little things are forgotten.

I put together this Art Journal page because my heart really is breaking.  After my dad died two years ago, Charles was the first person I called once the funeral was over.  I don't even know why, he just came to me and I felt the need to call him.

Mixed media has been my creative outet.