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Because sometimes favors can make you cry.

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My SIL called a month or so ago and said she was redecorating a room in her house. Living in Texas makes her homesick, so she asked if I could make copies of some of my father’s Maine paintings and mail them to her.

My late father was the Vice President of a Wall Street brokerage firm who relaxed as a weekend artist. He loved nothing more than sharing his work…. so I happily agreed.

Sadly, my father died a year after he retired and only had a short period of time to paint when we moved from New Jersey to Maine. We were very close, but that particular year was hard for me. It was transitional…. and moving to a rural Island where the only way off was by boat was a huge culture shock for a 15 year old city girl. I was knee deep in silly teenage angst and didn’t spend nearly enough time with him.

Something I will always regret.

So when I started pulling paintings?

 

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I was a wreck.

 

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My father died  41 years ago….

 

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But I cried like it was yesterday.

 

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Grief.

Sometimes it never lets go…..

 

 

 

34 thoughts on “Because sometimes favors can make you cry.”

  6. Those paintings are beautiful! I have yet to experience that particular type of grief. I can only imagine that though it may hide in the back of your mind as time goes on, it never fades away.

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  8. Having lost both my mother and father decades ago, I can very much relate to this post….and if you don’t mind my saying so, your “human side” completes the picture of the Rivergirl whose humorous side we have long seen and enjoyed. 😉

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  10. These are gorgeous! I especially like the sailboat with the yellow and green sails.

    You might relate to this:

    It’s so curious:
    one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief.
    But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window,
    or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed,
    or a letter slips from a drawer . . .

    and everything collapses.

    ~ Colette

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  12. You’re not biased; the paintings are wonderful. I’m so glad you have them, even if sometimes they do make you cry for your loss. It sounds like your father was amazing, your bond special. I’m so sorry.

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    1. Thank you. It’s always easiest question I ever answer – what’s the first thing you’d grab if your house was on fire?
      The paintings. They’re irreplaceable.
      💕

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  14. He was such a talented painter. Do you paint? Or draw? Or anything in that ilk? I bet these paintings pack a double punch – not only did your dad paint them, but he painted scenes of Maine: the place he brought you shortly before he died. I hope the cry was cathartic.

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  15. Yo Riv, that’s hard. It does, however, show the depth of your humanity, that you will face that kind of sadness without turning away. It’s a fine Human quality, one I try to cultivate in myself. Slainte’

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