All three original paintings are for sale. 11×14″, mixed media, watercolor and graphite on paper. If interested please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org $175 or we can negotiate a price that fits you.
“Good friends pass away,like days do.” said the Dalai Lama. But my friend will take a lot of days.
This is the last time I will see my hospice volunteer. When I got the news last week I cried and cried because I valued our friendship, this man so much. I don’t know what I assumed, that he would be here until the end of my days whenever that was. I couldn’t imagine calling EMS cuz I thought this was the time, and having my hand held by some of the nurses I had met at the hospital.NG
The first time I met him I was amazed because he came from so far away and I admired the Tibetan people, monk’s life, who knows. Then he showed me a movie made in Tibet, which glorified his people and country and yes, even the yaks. The man in the movie had the same name as his. We talked about Buddhism and the books he was reading. He loved to read and was always trying to better himself. I admired the way he thought about things. And he told me stories about this Jewish lady he worked with and how he tried to help her thinking, He is a good Buddhist.
Every week he washed my floor and took out the garbage. That helped me a lot especially on days when I had no more strength than to sit on the bed and watch him. Twice he walked across the street and bought me almond milk
He was a truly happy person and would tell me happiness came from within and if you couldn’t do something about something then just accept it and move on. This is when I would get sad about my cancer. Sometimes I sat and cried, just because…
Tsering said he signed for a years commitment, and hospice would likely never see a relationship such as ours. He came for almost 15 months, missing only once. He said it was because of me. I never would have thought of that. I thought it was more like he felt a duty taking care of his grandmother.
But he said it was because he liked me and learned a lot from me. For him to say this was a supreme compliment and I will never doubt myself again.
I asked him if wanted a picture but he said he only had Tibetan pictures at his home.
It was a true gift to meet this man. He was funny, sincere, on and on. I never knew a man such as he existed.Filled with compassion, And he taught me it seemed so natural. Listen the Buddhists are trained all their lives to live like this, Karma rules, But the compassion that is produced. what can I say.
I started again working on my one woman play with three beginnings,so even the late comers can come in at one of three designated times. Compassion hits home.
Funny I really drew him, like he was; he had small hairlip.But he was so handsome. I’ll always remember him and then tears fill my eyes, with love and compassion.
11x 14″ watercolor and graphite, $125
This piece is 11×14″ , pencil, colored pencils and watercolor on paper.
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