The paternal grandmother of my wife is a sweet, gentle and caring individual. Over the past few years her health has declined, and a mind that was once sharp and buoyant has grown dimmer as she has ailed. At this point someone always has to be with her to keep her safe from the affects of dementia and a weakening body. However, she still loves to sit down and look at pictures and to sing whatever words are in front of her.
After her first husband passed away, whenever she saw a butterfly, she felt it was a sign that he was near and watching over her.
Today's envelope and letter (to words I hope she will sing) is going out to her.
This one was done with gouache, with an acrylic background.
