Each day, I sit at my desk to paint or draw, and I think of her. I’ve only to raise my eyes to the wall above my drawing board to see one of her paintings….Image

or…her hand written list of paint mixtures:


and her spirit is right there with me. 

      By the time I met Ellen, her dementia had robbed her of her painting….but it didn’t rob her of the things that she taught me the most. Humility, gentleness, kindness, thankfulness, love, and the power of prayer.

     You are no longer with us, Ellen….but oh…you are so not forgotten….