One year gone, to the day. Thinking of him makes me happy. He was a character and I'm fortunate he was mine.
Lucky me to have drawn him shortly before he died. I asked him to pose for me and he sat there with that Mona Lisa smile on his face, pleased as punch to be the center of my attention. Lucky me and my daughter C to have had lunch with him that day, one last time, before she went off to college, one last time, in any case.