Yesterday I asked my friend and wordsmith extraordinaire Michelle if she would help me figure out the title and write up the details for the painting when the time comes. She is amazing and said yes. Then I proceeded to tell her about where I am in the grieving process. What my recent thoughts and feelings are about as it relates to my father. I showed her the photo of the painting in progress and said, “It is my way of finding and connecting with the best of him.” And she said, “That’s it, The Best of Him, that is your title.”

The Best of Him

I didn’t love it. It didn’t grab me.

Now two days later, it isn’t leaving my mind.

I did buy the domain name, just in case.