Yesterday I left us at the posts for Marathon Beach and Art 1970-1990. This painting was life before Rory and I got married–directly before. It brought us together. Sunny weather, optimistic air, away from the chilly North.
What I didn’t know is that meanwhile my Dad was dying at home of cancer. He didn’t talk about his woes. He was a man of action, and actually, I was 35 and didn’t get married probably because no one held a candle to my Dad. He was a good person.
