We all are destined to leave this world at some point in time, and thank goodness we do not know when that shall be. Twelve years ago we lost our fourth son, when he was only 16 years old. He had been my muse. When he left, I put my brushes down and could not paint. Finally with my husband’s encouragement I took some workshops with Skip Lawrence. In those classes, I befriended some other artists who invited me to join their Wednesday painting group. Two years later I finally made the effort to join them – The West River Artist Association. I have been a regular participant ever since.
The group started some 20 years ago as a plein air painters group. Eventually it moved indoors, and now we paint in a historic schoolhouse in Galesville, MD. We come from many different counties in Md. Some folks drive over an hour just to paint, share and critique each others work over lunch. It has been one of the biggest blessings in my life since my Justin died.
A long standing member of that group was a fine painter and equally lovely lady – Pamela Peia. Pamela made me feel so welcomed when I first joined the group. A gentle lady with a catchy English accent. She was classy, caring, considerate, charming and oh so artsy from head to toe. She painted with gusto – mainly floral inspirations but with her artistic stamp of COLOR and lots of it! She was never afraid to try the new and unusual. She loved her watercolors, acrylics, inks, collage and must add, family.
I do not know how long she and husband Rich were married, but do know how much they were intertwined in life together. A family, children and grandchildren all of whom she adored. Their summers were spent at Martha’s Vineyard where she was able to continue painting and of course entertain family and friends that passed through. Hers was a rich and happy life. She shared with our group her concerns and worries as she watched and helped one of her son’s battle cancer for the last two years. She was so appreciative of prayers being sent his way.
Yet only 2, maybe 3 weeks ago she was not feeling well, went to the hospital, admitted and well, passed away last night. Yes, she was older than me – early 80’s is someone’s guess, but she was so very young in her outlook on life!
I know there is a heaven. And I know they will be rejoicing with Pam’s arrival. But for those of us left behind, we are all still in a state of shock at her departure from this world.
So Pam, thank you for letting me be your painting friend. You are now in a place where there is no time – aha, you can paint non-stop for as long as you like – lol, even better than an artist’s retreat! You were a loving, giving person. Your departure from this life leaves a large hole for all that were blessed to know you. We love you Pam, and will miss you greatly.