One year ago today, many of you wept with me and my family as we said goodbye to our beloved Charley. How one year has already come and gone, I have no idea. Never one to shy away from uncomfortable situations, it seemed best to dive headfirst into facing the sadness of this Memorial Day weekend by acknowledging Charley’s passing in a very intentional way.
I’m not sure what Momma was expecting when I rolled up to her house with the 36″x48″ canvas… and the paints… and the brushes. Eventually I explained to my family that because Charley was an artist and because it’s been one year, I wanted all of us to express our sentiments – together as one family – on this one canvas, in memory of him. It didn’t matter if our inspiration was perfectly laid out on the canvas, just so long as we all participated with honest hearts. Not everyone was able to hang out yesterday afternoon, so we’ve left some blank areas to be filled in soon.
Not too worried about that though. In total cliche fashion, this was definitely more about the journey than the destination. My contribution is the top right corner, the piece that looks like a yellow throne in the sky. Whenever I think of Charley, I picture him in glad adoration of his mighty Savior, Jesus, completely dwarfed by the majesty of heaven.
Bennett’s contribution is just below mine.
And Brian’s – at first glance – looks like a blue football with its laces. But upon closer inspection, it’s a watering can (Charley) and the sun (God) causing the flowers (us) to grow. Isn’t that precious? My sweet husband was a bit wary of participating because he’s never artistically expressed himself through paints, but I love that he tried.