http://mysteryoriley.com/2007/08/27/leas-paintings-moving-through-pain/ This day is not shot! Sat, 05 May 2012 10:55:14 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.com/ http://mysteryoriley.com/2007/08/27/leas-paintings-moving-through-pain/#comment-35 Wed, 29 Aug 2007 02:38:43 +0000 http://mysteryoriley.wordpress.com/2007/08/27/leas-paintings-moving-through-pain/#comment-35 I remember the day of roses. I love you for understanding layers. Owen also understood. He lived and learned many things in layers as well.
I also remember when the dreadlocks came off.
Owen was quite pleased (especially about the reason).

]]> http://mysteryoriley.com/2007/08/27/leas-paintings-moving-through-pain/#comment-34 Tue, 28 Aug 2007 08:03:55 +0000 http://mysteryoriley.wordpress.com/2007/08/27/leas-paintings-moving-through-pain/#comment-34 Thanks for commenting, sweetie. Owen would have been so happy you remember all these times together. He really loved it that you made his dreads work in their own way and time. L.

]]> http://mysteryoriley.com/2007/08/27/leas-paintings-moving-through-pain/#comment-33 Tue, 28 Aug 2007 07:55:44 +0000 http://mysteryoriley.wordpress.com/2007/08/27/leas-paintings-moving-through-pain/#comment-33 Dreadlocks and all the making and maintaining of them is fodder for an entire web site, or in this case, a blog. Owen’s dreads started with a wish to be a little different, a litte unique. Being 6’5″ at the time, very slender, with a great head of very thick brown/blonde hair would make you stand out in any crowd. He hated to be noticed. What made him decide to want dreads? Dreads it was. They started out as short little antennae. Never could guess what transmissions he was receiving from the universe. Finally, as they grew, they layed down, calmed down. Except one. The ONE would always flip out from his head. We tried all types of combing, brushing and steaming, yes steaming, to get it to lay down. No luck. No love. No laydown. Did I mention that the rubber bands used to tie these dudes off were the same bands he used to band off his braces? Multi-use at its finest. Years later, and many inches on the length of the dreads, while I was at work, Owen made a choice. It’s the dreads or it’s a girlfriend. I came home that evening and was presented with a brown paper bag filled with the remains of the decision. Thank you Owen for the gift. I love you and always will. And, Carla, thank you for being the girlfriend. Dad…

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