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SciFi and Fantasy Art: Path to DeliverancePRINT AVAILABLE
I had a dream once where I saw her in the snow, wandering...lost. Nothing but a white horizon between my grandmother and myself, yet I had no fear of cold or being lost, nor the black cliffs that rose around us. But it wasn't like Myrtle to be lost. Rather, she had begun a journey, fully intent on reaching her destination, even if she didn't quite know the way. Granny had always been strong like that...persistent..stubborn even, just like her children and grandchildren. She was never lost as long as she knew where she was going.
Through the new-fallen snow, I found her, lifting her in my arms like her form was nothing. Despite the frail frame I expected, I held her eyes in mine and she gave me that smile she'd always had, not dulled by suffering or disease, but vibrant and cheerful....as if she was laughing at me for interfering. 'Oh Angela, why are you wandering around here?' I could almost hear her saying that in my head. We walked, smile in hand, together to a room where she stayed. The room in the nursing home she'd belonged to for so long and had been trying to escape for 10 years since. I knew I was helping her back to that same place. She wasn't ready to die, it had been my duty to bring her back.
Myrtle didn't hate me though, she just looked up and continued smiling, not a care in the world even though I'd put her back in that same god-forsaken bare room.
Granny Myrtle almost died three times near the end, but somehow, she fought her way back, almost as if her mind didn't know it wanted to live, but her body did. I'd like to think when she died, someone finally took her hand and led her to that paradise past this cold world, to the Garden she always used to sing about. This is my tribute to Granny Myrtle, my inspiration, my beloved grandmother and friend. I know you've found that path to paradise and I can only pray to walk it as happily as you did. |
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 |  |  |  | | Date | Name | Comment | | | 28 Jan 2005 | Anne | [does the first comment dance]so vision like.if i tryed to touch her my hand would go right through her i bet!COOOL! | |
| 11 Jun 2005 | Jordan 'Lonely Druid' Rimer | first thing i had to say "Wow" this pic is amazing.... or so i think. one thing tho, the wings on the yellow... angel i guess it is, they seem to lack a sort of "fullness" to them maybe if some feathers were added it would look a lot better, but besides that, THIS PICTURE IS AMAZING!! great color and shade. just awsome. keep it up! | |
| 11 Jun 2005 | Ruth 'Cookie Monster' Browne | beautiful | |
| 12 Jun 2005 | Lyndi | Thank you. From someone who has also let another go on. | |
| 12 Jun 2005 | Pitch Black | Woah thats cool!Her body form is really good. Awesome job | |
| 12 Jun 2005 | Arianna | The wonderful contrast is the first thing i noticed between the ice and her warmth! WOW | |
| 20 Jul 2005 | Ellie Caramellie | I really like this pic! It just looks so right, and you can feel the action in it! Nice done! | |
| 18 Mar 2007 | Bianka ´Timain´ Keter | Beautiful.. Both the picture and the description. My grandmother died around 10 years ago, yet your description to go with the pic made my eyes fll with tears again. Thank you for this piece of beauty! | |
| 23 Mar 2007 | Earthshine | Normally, when someone tells me that someone close to them has died, I say "I'm sorry". But your story is so beautiful, about her finally walking the path to paradise, that I am lost for words and this is me giving you a virtual hug. I don't think you need comfort - if you do, here it is, take it - you are so strong. My grandparents are both very sick (my mom's parents, my dad's parents are already gone)...my grandfather...what made him himself died a few years ago. My grandmother has Alzheimer's...she's like a child...they have live-in aids in their house and my grandfather is bedridden and can barely talk. So thank you for this comfort for me, for sharing your story, because it's nice to think that eventually they'll end their suffering and pain. | |
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