Eleanor
October 8, 1914 - November 22, 2006

My mother finally said goodbye. She had/has a magical spirit and loved life even when the days were dark and times were hard. I love you Eleanor.

Today I imagined you sitting on the couch talking to me... remembering those better times.





Why have I been drawing my mom these past five years? Because... well, I didn't know what else to do. Drawing is a form of paying attention that doesn't judge. You stop asking so many questions and just observe.




Still up for fun -- winning at bingo.






Late October, my mom turns inward, towards her true home.




November 22, 8 am -- gone.