Kurt returned to his art.
First drew practical things like the gate a friend would help him build, the new lighting plan for his living room, or his art studio. And then he drew for himself. He drew and painted the kinds of things that he never quite found the time to paint before his stroke: animals, people, buildings, landscapes, seascapes, and still like arrangements. Initially he worked with watercolors using a very dry brush for added control. In no time at all he was recreating what he saw with the precision and accuracy of an architect, and the beauty and grace of an artist. Kurt now often works in oil paints. This has given him much joy.
And then, inconceivably, eleven years ago Kathy dies in her sleep of an epileptic seizure.
Kathy’s death brought great sadness to a community and shock to a family that relied upon her in so many ways. it has been a long and rough road for this disabled widower and his young family, but courage and the strength of their love for one another has gotten them through many difficulties.
The damage to his brain where language resides also prevents Kurt from fully understanding what others say or write. While very determined and able, he still relies daily on friends and friends for many tasks, mostly those where language and communication are involved. Most often Kurt expresses himself with a few words, sounds, and drawings in a process that looks a lot like charades. And he paints. Everyday. Using his now-adept left hand, he holds with confidence the brush and places bit after bit of color, creating more beauty and personal joy with every brushstroke.