John Leibeskind painted me a dandelion. I LOVE that painting. I learned that he was put in hospice right before this one happened.
John is a complicated man. He is not a saint; he is my Grandpa.
He painted. He is in pain.
No one deserves pain. Everyone ought to be loved.
I don’t think I should get to decide that he is an exception, no matter what he’s done.
