The grieving of my father's decline and death in 2021 told in a sequence fo images. I started creating this series of watercolor and pencil drawings to help cope with and process my father's decade long battle with dementia. For so many years, it was the strangest feeling to know my father's body was alive while his mind had passed on. In his final days, as he repeated the same words and phrases like a broken record, I imagined that his spirit was hovering above, connected to his body with a thin string that he wanted to sever. In these works, I explore the complex emotional relationship I had with my father, his history and the members of his family I never got to know.