From Jessica

It is one year later and dad is still with me. He has not faded into ghostly memories or a fuzzy outline of a person that used to live here. I can hear myself using his words and phrases in converstation and I can see myself using his mark making in my own work and I can feel myself using his love. Since the last time I saw dad a mess of events has happened; I made it to senior year, turned 18, got his painting tattooed on me, got into college; We got kittens, we redid the house, somehow we made it work as three girls living together. Even though all of these markers further seperate me from the last time I saw my father and that space will only continue to grow, he's still here.