‘Grief is the price we pay for Love’.

We all have our story to tell of the Eve September 8 th 2022. I raced  all day , sorting stock for fairs, ensuring  all at home done as I prepared to join my 3 fabulous sisters on a trip around Scotland visiting childhood haunts. A text from a French (!) friend of 3 sad faces alerted me it had happened … I called my 93 year old mother to break the news, she froze , her contemporary, role model, passed away -I thought my screen had frozen – till mum lifted her head and we talked of light and life and  hope . Off the phone, this picture of grieving corgis popped into my head which I quickly sketched before throwing all into the car and departing to my sisters to drive North  in the morning. A quick paint before bed and it was done . Just wish I’d not left it at my other sister’s Scottish home, but taken it to leave with our flowers at Balmoral . We all grieve.  Poor doggies .