My father was a stubborn man, and he fought the cancer standing up until one day in September, 2008 when he suddenly collapsed and passed away. A few months later, in November, I went into the backyard and found this stubborn rose and I thought, “how appropriate, seeing as Dad planted this rose bush and tended it for so many years.”
I decided to immortalize Papa’s rose in stained glass. I think I’ve inherited some of Dad’s stubbornness, and that’s probably what keeps me going when I’m fighting to lay down even solder lines in the pieces I create today.
I don’t know if Dad can see my work from his park bench in heaven, but I sure hope he knows, that as tough as it got between us, I carry some of him within me, and I am proud to be his daughter.