THE ART GALLERY OF MY GRANDFATHER.

THE ART GALLERY OF MY GRANDFATHER.

I know the Art Gallery of my grandfather could be priceless these days. However, there is a story behind these gorgeous oil paintings.
My grandfather, the father of my mother, was Swiss. He was European and passed away in 1927. My dear mom was only a 2-year-old baby.
My grandfather always painted his oil paintings without a mask. The smell of oil paintings poisoned my grandfather killing him within a short time. My grandmother, the mother of my mother, was Northern Italian. She sold all her husband's oil paintings to just barely survive for a little while. Then, my grandmom  turned into poverty. Back then, my grandmother would give up her youngest baby,  my dear mom, to her own mother (my great-grandmother) and sisters (my great aunts) for my mom's upbringing as a child. My mom told me later on that she would miss her mom so much, and she would grow up with emotional disorders without her dear mom. Now, I can understand how my mom must have felt back then... It is indeed, heartbreaking when one does not grow up with her/his own mother for one reason or another. It could just kill one's heart and leave everlasting emotional wounds for a lifetime. My mom always talked about her daddy, the one she would never get to know. When my mom turned 18, she moved with her dear mom, my grandmother. Shortly afterwards, my mom met my father and got married. My parents had only one child, me. My mom took her mom in her new apartment with my daddy. So, my mom, grandmom, dad and me all lived happily together for a while. All went well, and joy abound for about 9 years of my life, until a woman stole my daddy's heart away from my dear mom. Depression, sadness and inner wounds slowly sucked my mom's life away. As a little child, I saw my mother cried an ocean in the pit of her despair, which shook me right from within. She had not got enough energy left for me. Our lives had been shattered, because of the other woman's fault in my dad's life. That evil woman is still living somewhere, and both of my parents have been dead for a long while. I have already shared some family pics for you to get the picture. You see, I was growing up as a child back then, and I still needed my mom so badly. My mom was slowly falling apart. She discharged all her anger, sadness, lonelyness, frustrations, depression over me as a child and teenager. When I grew up as an adult, I took a final decision, I left her home and went to New York. My mother's heart was broken one more time and forever...
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Show kindness to others, for you'll never know when one is undergoing some kind of hurdle or hurting inside.....
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There will be no point for me to keep on going with an empty page.
Now, the story goes on and on...  God bless!!

Poet Starry Dawn.