I finally am on my tracks.. my life's dream.
I am pursuing my artistic goals. I have my dad's hands and they paint and craft as they go. I breathe craft.
Friday, October 19, 2007
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Called a Humming Bird because he was so active, my dad was such a craftsman. He could draw the best elephants. He made a huge stained glass work for our church in the small town of Salem, India. He was a scholar. A man who was my Hero! He has gone to see Jesus face to face first so that I will not be afraid to die. I owe my skills to my selfless dad. Dad, I love you so much and miss you all the time.