The Hours ; oil painting on wood by t . j . nixon -20 x 30

In blazing hot sunlight of day no shadow of doubt remained . As the side effects of a cancer growing inside you kept you from sitting down or laying down i held you up . All of the hours of doubt , anxiety  and hope faded awa y . So this was how it was going to end . No place to run to and no place to hide from the truth . Both feet barely implanted on ground for  much longer . Already white feathers were rustling and filling with air ! Angel wings became flexed to be ready for a flight . A care-givers tasks culminated in the  giving of comfort and pain management . Bitter sweet are the final good-byes . It has now become a time of hospice in the final hours . Soon a quite will set in as the hours dwindle into moments  .  A silence will take the place of your labored breathing .  It became a time for all  to  go to their homes .                                                                                                         Now the hours bring in falling april snow flakes glistening in bright light  . Life carries  on  like  a glass  globe filled the water from the melted snows .  Every day the  globe is  being shaken up and down the right side up again . The lives that are shaken up topsey-turvey settle like the snow flakes . Some snow flakes melt as quickly as they land . Other snow flakes take up root where they land .                                                                                                                        For hours now birds sing their songs of purpose  and amour  . It is the hours like these that i remember my times with you . When in ruins your castle stood
its core foundation was made of granite .  When the cancer attacked you how  bravely you faced lives final hours .                                                                                                                                                             It is in clearety now that i  remember  the question you frequently asked me " Do you know what  a yidden is ? i would  always reply :  i know you !!                                                                         Now it is from the root of memory i feel i knew what a yidden  is and was , especially in the final hours .

Shock and Awe  20 x 30 oil painting by t . j . nixon

We experienced many hours of looking at paintings in museums and galleries .There were times when we would talk about the painting as we looked at them . Pausing at the  large painting by Salvador Dali"s 17 foot tall great painting ' Santiago El Grande painted in 1957 we experienced a sudden jolting shock and were in awe of the masterpiece .  In the painting Dali painted Saint James  a first martyred  saint riding a white horse over the sky of Spain  as a protector . A nuclear bomb has exploded beneath the horse's hind legs . Mankind is vaporizing from the bombs blast . Soul are turning into angles and smoke . There is an upward movement of clouds , angles and souls towards the heavens or outer space .  A Christ like figure ascends upwardly over all . Yes it was most shockingly  awesome to rest our on  Salvador  dali's  masterpiece painting . As a care-giver the memory of this day haunts me .So much in our lives is fragile and fleeting . Our  todays may turn into our tomorrows . What about humanity ?