One More Day
The man, and his dog, sat on the front porch swing, and watched the sun set, below the far away hills. Sixty-seven years, Mr Silversteun lived in this house. It was the one his parents, Bertha and Fred Silversteun, bought right before his birth.
On December 21, 1952, in the wee early morning hours, a nine pound 11 oz baby boy gave his first cry. Bertha and Fred were beyond themselves, for the doctors repeatedly announced they were unable to have children. Within a few hours post birth, his nurses diagnosed Charles with SSHL (sudden sensorineural hearing loss).
Though there were moments of self loathing, he intentionally lived through his vision. Graduating, with honors, from a prestigious university for the deaf, he worked as a Sign Language college professor. In addition, in his free time, he diligently invested into his passion for painting.
He created images in his mind, inspired by what he saw and read. Though most couldn’t quite understand him verbally, there was no questioning his art. He painted from his soul.
With much love & light,