"Every birthday since I was a little girl my dad got the same answer when he asked me what I wanted, "I want a pony" I'd say. We lived in the suburbs. It never happened.
When he was in ICU the first time and in an induced coma I whispered in his ear "If you come out of this I'll get you a pony".
He pulled through, said he wanted a blue one. So I started this drawing for his birthday. A day or two after I started it he was back in ICU. He decided he'd had a good life and was tired of what his life had become. He wanted to stop all of the treatments.
He was ready to go. He signed himself into a hospice and with peace and dignity he chose his way.
So the one year I finally come up with the perfect birthday gift for a dad who's turning 86 he decides 85 is enough. I never did finish the drawing for him to see. But I did get him a small blue 'My Little Pony' doll which he had at the hospice and was buried with. I finally finished this drawing many months later on a cold winters day. And I still want a pony." |
