On August 5th, ’s grandmother passed away. We weren’t going to be able to attend her service, as it was being rushed to ensure her children could all attend, but his mother said to get anything we wanted said or left at the grave to her and she’d pass it on. started brainstorming, and we put our talents to work.
He’s the sculptor; I’m the painter. The piece he wanted to make needed both of our skills, and she came out almost exactly as we imagined her.
Meet Henrietta Hippo. She will be interred with his grandmother this week and, just like his grandmother, there will never be another like her.
See ya ’round town, kid.
- Rebecca
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