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My father was a person I never really got to know. My mother took it upon herself to eliminate him from our life. I met him once, early 2008, in Buffalo, N.Y. at the age of 39 years old. It was as if I had always known him, as there was an air of familiarity, old as the stars. My 2nd visit was to lay him to rest. His belongings were few and there was nothing of perceivable value except the vast treasure trove of sketches, paintings, etc. in every conceivable medium. Amongst the hundreds and hundreds of pieces of art were endless pages with hieroglyphic symbols and writings which will never be interpreted. There are so many pieces of art which he created (boxes of them) and I don't know how to share them/him with the world. He was a man of great beauty with little means. He suffered from schizophrenia and ultimately passed away, alone, from the affliction of cancer February of this year. I would have been there, had I been told, but I live in C.A. and didn't know this dear man stepped into the next chapter until days later. If anyone has any ideas, I would be so very appreciative. I can put many more pics of his work on photosynth, but my camera skills are lacking, at best. Thank you in advance for any comments you will share.
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Date Created 12/23/2008

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