Forever Missed

People who knew him would probably mourning right now that a father, husband, and adventurous artist has left us... I've only met him for months in my Intro to Painting Class but seems like I've known him for quite a long time. It seems that it was only yesterday (actually a few weeks ago) that I've been sitting in his class as he praised my final studio project. It seemed like only hours ago I have been wishing him a happy holidays before I left with all my art work to welcome the winter break. He has inspired many people, especially me who never believed in my ability to produce any fine work of art. I remembered him stopping by my desk in class praising or offering me suggestions. I always looked forward to his critique (and that says something because I usually hate criticism) when I knew that my family would never care about the pieces of art that I've created. He was always so happy go lucky, so sweet and jolly. He would always play music you'd probably listen to to get into the mood of painting and told us many art related stories. Before we ended that semester, on the last day of class he gave a great speech... who would have known that it would be the last one i'd ever hear. It still hasn't sunk into me that he is now gone, and although I've never had any relatives that passed, he is one who just a thought of leaving us, moves me to tears. He was such a ball of sunshine that deserved many more years to lighten up the lives of the youngsters today. I know however that he is in God's hands right now, praising him with his gifted hands watching over all of us. I also know that he wouldn't like us being sad. My condolences goes out to his family and those who closely knew him. You will forever be missed and my respect goes out to you, always, Mr. Barry Wonenberg.

12.22.16