I think a lot about Heaven. I think about the afterlife of the ones that have passed before me. I miss my daughter with an ache that never leaves my soul. I think about my brother who passed one year after my daughter. I think about those who face the end of life that seems too near. Loss is a difficult part of life for those of us left behind. The only way for me to move forward is to paint. I imagine Mary, Andy, and all those I love at peace inside the depth of Heaven. -EH