Today was Jacob's funeral. It was such a beautiful fall day. The sun was shining and leaves falling. I took note of the birds, the clouds, the grass....
feeling gratitude for all the little things on this earth that I see everyday.
As I approached the open casket I noticed noticed pieces of paper propped up inside the casket. They were drawings his little son had drawn. They looked like drawings of their family, stick figures drawn in markers.
My heart just broke.
I wonder if his son will be an artist like his dad?
As artists we create things with our hands. When I paint - I pour my heart, my spirit, my soul out onto the canvas. It's raw... it's sometimes scary to put that out into this world and I think that's why so many are afraid to say they are an "artist." People say oh it's JUST a hobby, I'm not really good at it or whatever.
But these snip-its of our soul... whatever they may be - paintings, photographs, quilts, sculptures, journals, scrapbooks or whatever it is you create are left for those to remember you by.
Although I know that when we leave this earth all of our earthly possession are gone.
What matters is who you touched on this planet.
Did you make a difference?
Did you follow your dream?
Did you do what you love?
Did you sing, and you laugh, did you dance? Did you live in the moment?
Somehow though....the art that Jacob created, all his sculptures that are left...
Can bring back memories, can make his friends and family (or admires or strangers) smile and hopefully inspire them and bring them joy.
His high school in Iowa wants to make a memorial garden for him with some of the sculptures.
How cool is that?
I love hearing that! I hope his art touches and inspires generations to come.
I never really thought about leaving this planet and leaving behind art.
You would hope it would be when you are kids are grown and you have grandchildren.
Because Jacob was taken so abruptly in such a senseless act, I feel like the sculptures are something they can cling to, pieces to his heart, his soul and spirit.
From what I knew of Jacob in only the short time I knew him...
I could tell he was very passionate about his work... and like most artists
he poured his heart, soul and spirit into each and every piece he created.
Recently I asked my grandma about my her mom, my great-grandma.
I was wondering if she had any journals, or old letters.
Some sort of light that I could shine onto my past, a piece of her, a story, something more that pictures and what little memories I have of her.
She died when I was just a little kid, but I feel strong a connection to her even now.
She has given me signs but I'd love to know the stories of her heart.
The funeral actually inspired me to create.
I left thinking... Why has it been over a week since I picked up a paint brush?
I need to keep doing what I love.
Because I believe that when I do what I love I might give someone else the courage to follow their passion and do what they love.
Let's make this world shine!