When I was younger, I would go spend a day with my paternal grandparents on occasion. I’d ride into the city with my dad, and my Grandpa would pick me up where my dad worked. Our visits were always full of various adventures: eating yummy foods, visiting playgrounds or the zoo, and my favorite, painting with my Grandpa’s special paints.
My Grandpa loved to paint, and he loved teaching me new techniques or just watching as I painted away the afternoons at their dining room table. I always loved spending that time with him!
When I was in college and switched my major, my grandparents were the second ones I called. I remember how excited my grandpa was, yelling with excitement, inviting me over to go through his art supplies for anything I wanted. They helped put me through college, and have cheered me on every step of the way in opening my business and now being an illustrator as well.
My mom found these pictures while going through my grandparent’s things; they have recently moved into assisted living and no longer have space for a lot of their belongings. It’s hard seeing them get older, having them not be able to do a lot of things any more. It’s hard thinking about it.
But that is what is wonderful about pictures and mementos. They help us remember the happy times.
And this happy time will be getting framed for my office: