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I drew this from an original photograph my father took. The picture is of my grandmother holding my newly born brother Nathan. She had been sick for some time but longed to meet her unborn grandchild. Just days after she had this chance to hold him, she quietly passed away in her sleep.

My father wrote a beautiful poem to accompany this picture.

To each life...                                                                               There is beginning                                                                       There is end

The love shared                                                                           Within its span                                                                             Is its infinity                                                                                

Bradley J. Bogart