Tuesday, February 28, 2006
When You Miss Me, Look At The Rain"
This is SEVENTH out of eleven panels I made that illustrate the poem my brother-in-law, Clark, sent to his daughter, Jamie, just two weeks before we lost him to Hepatitis C. This panel deals with pain and the fact that once you pass over (die) you are out of pain. As a person with Parkinson's, I understand the meaning of living with constant pain. I'm in late stage Parkinson's, so I now have pain. I went about 20 years without it. I keep it at bay with lots of medications, and they do the trick....
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