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My Final Journey

When I passed 50 years of age I was surprised that I had made it that far. Passing 60 years old amazed me even more. As my battles with illnesses become harder to win, I find myself spending some time preparing for my final journey - but I also prepare to celebrate my 100th birthday in a little over 35 years. 
On the left is a representation of a fearful evening in the hospital which I recovered from in less than a day.

On the right is my dear wife struggling with taking on more & more responsiblities.

In the center is the medical event safely passing and my wife getting things under control, as our concerned children look on.
Three things
that we love.
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Seeing a leprechaun over Saint Patrick's Day in March can be a scary time! 

Easter is always joyfully mysterious, holding new challenges.
There are often so many stray cats in a big city, but they seem to get along with one another and with most other species.

Place your cursor over the winter image on the right to see Spring's arrival.
It seems that I saw more of my lovely wife before all the electronic and mechanical gizmos filled her life. 

I left the middle image unclear whether she becomes buried by it or simply walks away from it.
After completing 300 oil paintings in about 20 years I felt there should be a slight change in my style. I want to believe that understanding my newer work increases with how well you know me, and to emphasize this my signature has become less technical and titles are usually just numbers.
A walk through the woods in autumn is beautiful, but sometimes it can also be a little frightening if the sun goes down.
You can read a short story about this stroll through the forest by using this button
Winter walks beneath the moon
To me always seem to be over too soon.

Under the trees I recall and reflect
On events that have passed and their affect.

Words from a stranger or a kindness seen
Are memories that mean a lot to me.

Aunts and uncles and, of course, Mom and Dad.
I remember so much from the warmth that we had.

Then sitting out front with the girls next door,
Or at school sharing candy from the corner store.

My memories color and light the way
Each and every single day.              ~ C. Keenan
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