Jobey Playing Poker with Dad

Oil on Canvas

 

I've had this one hanging in my "Man Room" since 2009. Dad did such a fantastic job capturing my likeness, expression, posture, and everything. I love how rich the colors are (my photography doesn't do it good justice and it got a little washed out).

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What I like most about this painting though is that it was a night of hanging out with Dad.  When he would come to visit, we'd often have some of my friends come over for a game of poker and hanging out with each other. All my life, I always loved sharing and showing off my Dad to my friends. Even in high school, I wasn't ever embarrassed of my parents, and my friends loved seeing them and hanging out with them. Even after I graduated high school and moved away, sometimes a gal friend would stop by to see Mom, or she would take them to coffee or lunch, and my guy friends would swing by to see Dad.

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That kept up even into my adult years. Whenever Mom and Dad would come to town, I always hoped we'd have some time to socialize with our friends, because I loved when my friends would get to know my parents, and vice versa.

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Destroying Regret

Poker also had an unlikely role in helping Dad put his regret to death. I share the story in the first post recounting the last 6 weeks of Dad's life and how he was freed from regret. I would love for you to read through it. It begins here, which includes the story about poker, and I also further reference poker and his regrets a few posts later here during the time we visited Field of Dreams together.

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