“I’ve always had a close relationship with my grandpa, even after he passed I’ve always felt a strong connection with him. The hardest thing in my life so far was probably when my grandpa died. I was extremely close to him. And, you know, while my parents were working, because they normally wouldn’t take care of me and my grandpa would be there. And when he died of a heart attack it was very, very, you know… it hit hard. He did a lot of things. He was in World War Two. He was a model at one point after World War Two for Coca Cola. He used to be in magazines all the time. So he’s definitely seen and done a lot. I remember how he would tell me about how the Japanese got off their ships they tried to attack and how many people died during then. And you know, how he got this glimpse of hope when they put up the flag. It was just, you know, it was very cool. And it was just like a story just from him. Not from anyone else. My grandpa was actually the person who got me into art, he showed me art wasn’t just coloring or drawing but that it was also a way to show how you really feel. I’ve never been good about showing emotion and art helps me do that. My grandpa would also talk about how art really helped him after the war, he said that it helped with the PTSD from it. My biggest regret in my life so far would probably be never taking that last step, never following through. Mainly because my grandpa would always tell me to not miss opportunities, try everything while you still can. I never really understood that until he passed, I noticed how the elderly live through the youth, and how they find joy through others because they can no longer do things like that. I noticed how he lived through me and my adventures. Ever since he passed I’ve been trying to live the way my grandpa never could.”