Sunday, June 23, 2013


The number six is now my number.  I never knew that a number could evoke such strong emotions.   

He was born William McDonald, became Wild Bill, but I knew him as Dad.  He came into this world on 6/6/1951 and left it on 6/6/2013.  Full freakin' circle.  Nice work Dad.

He was hands down the funniest person I've ever known and at the same time I've never known another person to hold such sadness at times.  I miss you Dad and have a love for you greater than a heart can hold.

Dad, watercolor, 20"x15", 2009

                            Dad, oil, 24"x18", 2009                                                   Dad, pastel, 12"x9", 2009

About a week after he died, Kona and I were going for our morning walk when we came across something in the middle of the sidewalk.  It was a tattered white foam cutout that looked like it had once belonged on a kid's school project.  I looked closer and could see it was an image of a bearded man and I instantly knew it was Dad saying hello.  I scooped it up and framed him.  Hi to you Dad.

1 comment:

  1. That is so cool that the picture found you. I have no doubt it was your Dad saying hello. The first of many to come I'm sure. Hang in there my precious daughter. I love you.