He wanted to know if I still had the painting and if I might be willing to sell it.
We corresponded back and forth through e-mails, and he shared with me a couple of photos of two other paintings his great grandmother had done.
Here is a lovely floral painting she created:
I was out of town that weekend and did not get to meet him.
He is planning to surprise his mother with it on her birthday later this month.
He was kind enough to leave me a lovely note and even an original hand-painted card he had done himself, which you can see below:
And now, because I did - and because he searched and found it - the painting is right back in their family.
Which, I believe, is precisely where it belongs.
And THAT, my friends is one of the reasons why I love blogging.
Because endings don't get too much happier than that.