Little Art For George and Nana

A dear friend lost her dad early Easter morning. As I sat down yesterday afternoon to work on a journal page, the colors of the ocean splashed across the pages and next thing you know, saved words came pouring out. This is for George.

Yesterday was also my friend's mom's birthday and she was going to pick some flowers to plant in the patio in honor of her memory. Violet was her favorite color. I found some hands that looked as if they'd been gardening and decided this page would be for "Nana." She loved the color violet. The inspirational words are there for my pal, Jolene. Pick one or as many as you want, girl.

Mr. George and his lovely wife, whose name I only remember right now as "Nana," were taken out of the asphalt jungle by their daughter Jolene and brought to live in Corona del Mar. It was pure joy for them to be near the ocean and breathe the clean fresh air that only it can bring. They enjoyed being around their "girls" and spent their last years in their loving care.

I can't think of a better way to grow old than to spend it in a beautiful environment with family. Jolene, if I can be half the daughter you were to both your parents, I will have done good. God bless you and your family for all you've done. You're good people.