My grandmother, Tex, passed away around the time I was in 4th grade. Her husband and my grandfather, Pat, had passed away a few years before. She never really was as happy after he was gone. Once she passed, my mother recounts having a dream where Tex contacted her from heaven, via some sort of phone that had the ability to break the spiritual veil. She told us that everything was OK where she was, and that she had to go quickly. It was time for her to play golf, with her husband, in the next life.

My mom always tells me how much I remind her of Tex by my mannerisms, my sense of humor and my fierce, but charismatic, approach to life.

She loved black coffee, cigarettes, drew caricatures on the weekends at a Jewish deli for extra income, and played golf as much as she could, until the end.

Call From the Other Side

40 x 20, Acrylic on plywood board