This is a portrait of my grandfather, who died in March of 1999, although his death still hurts. I think of a time when we were listening to a song on the radio, a sweet, happy, song, the theme of which was that everyone deserves love, happiness, and creative expression. We listened silently, smiling at each other, and he gave me a big hug. I could feel such pure unconditional love from him, that I was fully accepted as I am, that he’ll always be there for me. Even though I was very young, I sensed that this was a special and important relationship, but I didn’t know what to say, so I just hugged him as tightly as I could. I hope he understood.
