This is the last drawing I did of her... hours before she passed peacefully away in my arms.
This is the drawing I speak to often... yes, it's somewhat distorted, not 'anatomically correct' yet, for me, it is her. When I put my chin on that nose, and look into the eyes, she is there.
Canada Day, July 1, 2014 - she had had such a terribly difficult night the night before that family had gathered to say good-bye... but the next day, here, July 1st, she was almost like her young self again, happy, energetic, playful, for at least that quarter of an hour in the park... she lived another 2 1/2 months because of love, because of love, I am sure.
My shrine of drawings of her last days. That is my son, drawn the night she died.
Her 15th birthday on August 25th
Keesha's birthday cookies being inspected by her kitty, Aria
This photo is still my iPhone wallpaper.