ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Paul loved working with watercolor pencils. I’ve found a few sets of them as I rummage through his many art supplies. He created quite a collection of intricate drawings – each one telling a story. I hold those stories in my heart now that he has gone to heaven, but his paintings, sketches and finished art are a memory of him which I truly treasure. This one shows the softness of spring. Lights and darks trickle through defined branches. Squiggles within the limbs become brush strokes. A river becomes a focal point. Reflections of a grey sky dance across the grass. Art can soothe the heart and bring back so many wonderful memories.
Just weeks ago, the lakes were ice, the land was filled with snow,
Our dreams of summer quickly died, winter would not let go,
Now days of heat and sunny skies are on their way at last,
School soon will end and fun begins, it too will go by fast,
Our time is soon forgotten, but memories linger still,
Our days go swiftly with the wind, our years with tears do fill,
But still the winter of our life, holds promises each day,
A new life will arrive for us when this one goes away,
Yet while we still inhabit here, God’s plan is still in place,
Plans to prosper, not to harm us, plans to see His wondrous face,
Bathing in His glorious love, our hearts will fill with peace,
As heaven opens up its gates, our joys will then increase.
“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” Pablo Picasso

I’ve been reading your memories of your groom for sometime now. They have always warmed my heart. Now, that my bride has gone to be with the Lord, I understand the deep expressions of love you have portrayed in your posts since brother Paul has transitioned. I must admit though that this moment still seems so unreal.
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I don’t know how long you’ve been without your love but I don’t think you ever get over it. I’m so sorry for your loss. Paul has been gone for about a year and a half, which isn’t that long. I am slowing down myself as I approach my 84th birthday. I still imagine him walking through the door or having something I want to share with him. I’m so grateful that Jesus was at the center of our marriage and we’ll see each other again. Some days I can’t wait.
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