Friday, November 24, 2006
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Black and White Illustrations
Great Grandpa's Balloons
By, C. Heidi Drew
When I was two, Great Grandpa came to my birthday party again. This time he used a walker. Tied to his walker he carried a blue floating balloon. He untied it from his walker and tied it to my wrist.
Last year he came to my third birthday party in a wheelchair. This time he brought me a yellow balloon. I climbed upon his lap with it and he told me that a balloon that stays up in the air is called a helium balloon. Helium is the air inside the balloon that makes it float.
This year I turned four years old. Great Grandpa could not come to my birthday party because he had to stay in bed; but he sent me a purple helium balloon with a big smile face drawn on it. He must have known I was sad that he could not come and wanted to cheer me up.
Two days later all the helium snuck out of my purple balloon and it did not float anymore. That was the day Great Grandpa died.
"Where did Great Grandpa go?" my little brother, Timmy asked.
Daddy told us he went to heaven. Heaven is a beautiful place somewhere up in the sky where God takes care of us after we die. All is good and happy in heaven. Great Grandpa feels much better now.
Then I asked Mommy, "How did Great Grandpa get up there?"
She did not know. Timmy thinks God let down a rope and Great Grandpa climbed up to heaven. I think he floated up there in a balloon.
Then Daddy gave me a green helium balloon and Mommy gave Timmy an orange helium balloon and we all climbed up to a hill-top field. There we let the balloons go…to float up to Great Grandpa in heaven.
Now, Mommy is going to have another baby soon. Her tummy looks like a big pink balloon. Maybe God is sending the baby down to us from Great Grandpa.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
A Divorce card
This card I made about a 200 year old house in Belmont, Vermont in 1992
The Retreat
Your ghost haunts this place of beauty and peace
The phone's piercing ring at my slumber won't cease
This porch reverberates your insincere hand
Loneliness echoes from the untended land
the birds' twitter tells me to feel happy and free
Fresh spring smells are beckoning me
The mouse in the wall scratches at my woe
With black bats of the night why did you go?