SketchBook Study

Grieving my Sister

Have you ever heard or read about how the growing fetus can hear the external world? Such as music or voices. That maybe some of these voices become familiar. Like Daddies or a sibling maybe even the dog’s bark.

From the moment of conception, of my conception, I grew in waters of grief. A womb filled with worry and grief.

At my fetal age of seven months, my sibling, my sister at nine months old died.

She died in July of ‘57’ I was born in September of ’57.’