Robert Genn, a Canadian artist, wrote in his recent Twice-Weekly Letter, that love has “something to do with honouring – it’s a high emotion that daily brings out the pencils and brushes.”
When I started sketching a picture of my Dad a few weeks ago, I had not yet read Robert Genn’s letter. But Robert articulated what I was thinking. Had my Dad not died over five years ago, today would have been his 70th birthday. I thought, what better way to honour him, than to draw him.
I was in the midst of a sketch when one of my sons asked me what I was doing. I said, “I’m drawing Grandpa.”
He said, “Can I draw Grandpa?”
I said, “You sure can.”
My son sat down beside me, and I slid over some pastels and a piece of paper. When he finished, he asked me to write the year that his Grandpa was born and the year that he died. After I wrote the years, my son said, “Do you like it?”
I said, “I love it. And your Grandpa would love it too.”
Happy Birthday, Dad.
PS. My son’s pastel is pictured above. Mine is below.