I felt compelled, quite a while back, to sketch this portrait of my paternal grandmother. All I have of her is one small black and white picture, the one I used to sketch from. I feel like I miss her even though I never met her, she died when my father was about 6 years old. I think of her often. I wonder what she was like. My dad had very few and not very clear memories of her. I feel like she had so much love still to give to her family.......she just ran out of time. She died young, of Tuberculosis.If you are listening grandma....I love you.
