This thread is dedicated to Jeanie and Ysabel. There are two cemetery's near my work that are actually very nice and peaceful places to go have lunch. There is one particular spot that I find myself drifting towards more often than not; it's between two old crooked trees that look as though they've been watching over their ghostly charges for quite some time. Tucked under one of these stately guards is a little plaque dedicated to 'Evelyn' I sit there, under the trees shade and wonder about Evelyn. I find myself questioning if anyone other than myself pays her a visit any longer. Do I talk to her? Yes, almost everytime I'm there. This may seem strange, but it's actually very therapeutic for me. I tell her what's going on in my life and she just listens. Since she knows all of my secrets, I've started wondering about hers. I do realize that I could easily Google the name and appease my curiosity that way. But, it's not so much that I want to know when she lived and died, or what she did for a living. I'm not even that curious about whether or not she married and had children. I want to know how Evelyn was remembered, who she touched and in what way while she was here. So, all of that leads to this...how do you want to be remembered? I want people to look at something I painted and be moved. I'd like someone to read my written words and feel something stir deep within. Even if it's only one or two people, I'd like to know that I did touch someone in a way that made them appreciate beautiful things.