ENTRY DESCRIPTION
This piece showcases the Patriarch of my family, Ron "GPR" Christopher.
An all-guts no-glory man, he fought tooth and nail through his youth, taking on the neighborhood bullies in rock fights, hefting the complex machinery of beef factories, and now, in his greatest feat, taking on dementia.

I've had my fair share of experiences with him. On one occasion, after coming home from work (disrobing down to my boxers in our laundry room entrance), I found myself staring down the barrel of a pistol, wielded by none other than Grandpa Ron. He was sitting in the pitch darkness of the side office, only illuminated by my fumbled flashlight. Without a word, but a solemn nod, I was up the stairs, heart in my throat.

His legacy is at risk of being devoured by this beast. It is my goal to preserve him for what he stood for, as we stave of a hunger unsatisfied.

Chin up, Grandpa.

AUTHOR
Looking to capture the moments in time worth remembering.
I want to share forever with you.

The way light creates and complicates our emotions is my reason for the art.

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