Besides being a parent of 8 kids, taking care of the 2 right now as I’m going through a divorce, and working on a series relating in regards of the soul, I also cut hair and manage a pretty successful hair salon. I also am asked to go occasionally to group homes in the past and cut folk’s hair that may have issues such as mentally unstable, autism, or stroke individuals. I have been privilege to become much more than an acquaintance and had the honor to be a pallbearer for one. Recently I have had the privilege to cut hair at homes where theses individuals are suffering from ahlzimers disease. When I first came to the environment, it was similar to the group homes I had experienced from in the last 9 years. The homes are quite big and there are at least 4 to 5 “consumers” and usually 2 staff members to provide for these folks. I usually would cut 2 to 4 of these folks hair. It is an honor, and yes, very sad. The one person whose sketch is showing is “Richard” and it is not hard name to remember since that is my first name also. How Richard compelled me was that I had started to cut this gentleman’s hair in his beginning stages of this disease. I could tell this man had an interesting life, which he had seen the world, had a certain manner of ethics and spirit. A sense of humor, and knows of life and nothing seem to surprise him what so ever. Month after month, Richard’s behavior would change, but still had a way with his humor even at the end he still had somewhat of a smile. But the last time I did Richards hair, you could see that he is very sad, and he could not do anything about his physical fate. As I was cutting another “consumers” hair, Richard for some how or other fell off his wheel chair, and yelled in pain. The staff member rushed over and helped him up. He wasn’t hurt, but it was a startling surprise, like a book dropping to the floor only to wake up the baby and the baby is startled by the hard sound. Richard passed away, and I had not known it till a couple of months later. It is not unusual that the folks who have this silent killer just slip away. I was upset and disappointed that I did not see Richard again, like a lot the folks I’ve done in the past at these group homes, they just slip away. I drew a picture of Richard. I know a lot of you out there who also have sketches, paintings or whatever medium of folks who are no longer around, gone, but their soul had touch you in such a way that you had to draw their face and why. Can you share your piece; it would be a very moving post to say the least. God Bless you all! rh