“MY DAUGHTER AT PEACE”
Title: My Daughter At Peace
Media: Mix Media Acyclic, Pastel, Chalk, and charcoal Dimension: 35” x24”
Context of the Paint:
This painting is old but have so much meaning. During my time volunteering for Hospice Care as a reiki-companion a few years back. I have spoken with a woman during my visits she was admitted when I started. She was full of life and never judged anyone always had many stories. For Privacy and the HIPAA code I will replace her name with Nancy.
Nancy shared a story about her daughter she was around 16 years old. Recalling the time that her and the friends were heading out. She thought to herself it would be the same routine about her daughter arriving at night before Nancy returned from work.
When Nancy arrived her daughter never shown up but someone was trying to contact Nancy by the house phone to inform her daughter she was in an accident, when she noticed the answering machine was lit she pressed play. In her own words "When I saw that light I knew something was wrong my chest felt hallow and heavy." After hearing the news she called her husband frantically to inform him what had happened.
Nancy and the husband arrived to Hospital. She was told her daughter received a head trauma due to a car accident the other occupants included the driver didn't make it. She was in a consider in vegetative state. After two days no sleep and other family arriving to support Nancy. Her daughter succumb to her injuries and passed away.
Nancy felt lost and empty without her child. She stated "She was my whole world without her I wanted to end it all; if it wasn't for the support of my husband, family, and friends I wouldn't be alive." After the funeral arrangements and the burial.
"After everything had happened I was depressed and had no more tears left that night my daughter had passed. I didn't want to leave my room. My husband checked on me once in a while and left me food and drink but I rarely ate or drank."
"I am so sorry to hear that."
"Don't be I am happy now. I remember that one night I had a dreamt about my daughter and I. Talking and walking somewhere grassy field felt warm and tranquil."
"I always cry a bit when I remember it. I am fine sweetie. What I remember was we talk like for days I held my daughter head in my arms while we rest on a bench. The words I will always remember "I love you mom, I want you to be happy." even now I feel she is here.
"Thank you for sharing with me."
Title: Father Fish
Media: Mix Media Acyclic, Oil Pastel, Chalk, and charcoal
Dimension: 30” x24” Year: 2017
This painting is part of the series during my time volunteering for Hospice Care a few years back. I have spoken with a patient during my visits. Humble and funny Cuban man who always talked about his Koi fish him and his father enjoyed caring and breeding. For privacy and HIPPA code his name is Alejándro he had Alzheimer’s.
Alejándro: “I remember this one Koi my father owned it was blue like a gemstone…(pause to remember) sapphire and green like aventurine on it fins.”
“It always swam to up to my father to be touched and feed. There were other fish but this one had a present that was something…. (pause to remember again) I can’t really describe it.”
“All I remember is this fish made me and dad always smile even when times were bad.“
Alejándro always enjoyed remembering this moment in his life. This made him smile when ever he felt confused and lost. He had family that came to visits always smiling as he gets to feel like he was rediscovering everyone for the first time. I was inform that Alejándro passed away in his sleep at home when requested to be with family and the grand kids.
Title: Resurrección Hospicio
Media: Mix Media Acyclic, Oil Pastel, Chalk, and charcoal, and pencil
Dimension: 20” x15” Year: 2017
This art piece is dedication to a patient during my time as a Hospice companion. Every patient felt like family to me always smiling as I came to visit. One patient said,
“You will always remember us and keep us living in memory.”
This patient had fondness for birds as she enjoyed the company of the parakeets in the cage by the window. Both birds were blue color with purple cheek feathers. Everytime she sings the budgies always listen and sing on rare occasion.