ART & INSPIRATION FROM PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©

A sputtering, rusted, old, decrepit vehicle sits outside a broken down edifice,

Both of them have seen better days,

Some days I feel like this,

My engine chugs along, performing well for a day or two and then,

It chokes, rattles and gasps for air,

These old bones have succumbed to age,

And often need an oil change,

The joints creak, the muscles have lost their bulk and the

Exterior is in need of updating and repair,

Still, we press on,

To that final day, when new bodies await,

Where tears and sadness do not exist,

Where pain is nothing but a distant remembrance of the past,

Though broken and scarred in this life, there is always hope in the next.

This painting tells a story of restoration. Of getting back into the game or up on a horse when you’ve fallen. I’ve been working my way through a bad cold this week. I’m coming close to the end, but the coughing lingers. When we get sick and at my age, rarely think recovery is going to be easy. Today is another day. Another chance at being alive. I also had an orthopedic injection in my knee and it finally kicked in. In filling out the necessary paperwork, I had to list my marital status. I checked “widow” for the first time. I am now a widow. As I sat there checking that box, tears started to form, but not for long. Like that old truck, I need a little help getting started. I know my days are numbered, but restoration is not only possible, it’s already been taken care of.