The Nov. 2000 trip to New York City was a multi-purposeful trip. My wife and I traveled there and back with her father, on what we expected (and turned out so) would be his last visit to the city of his birth and his extraordinary career in the field of Public Relations. This trip was also a year after his wife (Diane’s mother) and his son, Paul (Diane’s elder brother and only other sibling), had passed on. (six weeks apart.)
Until Paul had moved to Arizona from his lifetime in Manhattan, he’d enjoyed singing in the choir of a church in Harlem. We’d contacted the church when he passed… and they asked if when next we were in NYC if we’d come and let them perform a memorial service for Paul and let the congregation tell Paul’s relatives how much they loved and missed him.
The next two sketches I drew during that long service in a very large and drafty Harlem Church. It was a very moving experience from many points of view. It, as much of the trip for Diane’s father, was the beginning of the healing process from his great grief and depression at his duel loss.