It's not finished ... Please remember … Please remember ... how I used to smile, however solemn at times, despite the situation. My smiles were for you, in hopes of touching your lips so you may paint one of your own, in hopes that someday you would not need the smile of another to give you the kindle you need to light your face. Please remember ... that whatever you create is your own. There will be those who disapprove of or dislike your work, but it is yours. You are your greatest audience. If it is beautiful to you, then it is beautiful. No one can take your art, your words, or your music. Please remember ... that just because you’re in your car, doesn’t mean I can’t still see you when you’re picking your nose. Please remember ... me, the way I once was, how I was quiet and listened, offering advice when needed, when I was able. Please remember that I did it all because I wanted to, because I love you. And I still do …