"I am presently sitting here at my desk, gazing, as I always do, at the beloved face of my late husband of almost three years. It is as if he is looking back at me; every crinkle of his eyes, every well-earned line on his face, is there. Most importantly, the soft, familiar gleam in his eyes, still pleasantly mysterious to me yet well-known, is so distinctive it can unnerve me at times in this grief....but how can I say more perfectly how very grateful I am for this sketch of my husband. I so love that it is in shades of gentle taupes and grays. It could not be more perfect. If I were wealthy I'd bonus this young artist with much more than she ever asks".