My grandmother always wore some kind of expression. I can remember joy, confusion, pride, very rarely anger and occasionally sadness, but I'd never seen her look so relaxed.
I'd been given permission by an aunty to draw Dorothy. I think taking a photograph would have been inappropriate in this family context. When another relative asked me how the viewing was I pulled out my tablet to show them my drawing. They immediately protested because they thought I was about to show them a series of photographs of their dead grandmother. There was a huge sense of relief when they saw that it was a drawing.
This story has no end.