I live in South Florida. Up until recently, I was my father's caretaker until he passed away at age 93. My dad and talked a lot about what he wanted me to do with my life after he was gone. I had spent seven years arranging my life so I could be with him, and I did this lovingly. He was my best friend. I tried many times to start painting again, but an issue with his health prevented me from doing it seriously. He wanted me to live life to the fullest. I am 65 and I don't have time to waste. So I dedicated my life to be with my husband, taking care of my furbabies (my 3 cats), and my art.