When my dad died, I received these flowers. They were shipped from Hawaii and were flowers I had no idea even existed. They were so beautiful that they looked fake. I tried to capture the beauty. I failed. Oh, well. When something beautiful dies, you can't get it back. It's much like with my dad being gone. He was here and he was wonderful. I can make some attempts to get pieces of him back but, like my painting, it will all pale in comparison.