Monday, January 15, 2024

My Rock

 Adam Sun was my rock. He was a daily, joyous, presence. I miss his phone calls and his excited and cheerful personality.

 My son is dancing and singing in heaven now. His earthly struggles are gone, his burden is lifted.


In honour of my dearest, I have adapted my artwork. Adam Sun painted beautiful textured paintings with something he called "mooga": intricate brushstrokes in a psychedelic fashion. This represents the rock of love, the Rock of Ages.



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