Death is Just a Change in Perspective
My son , Casey Sky died on August 7, 2019, two months after completing 134 ballpoint drawings. He painted 41 . In 2023, I colored the remaining drawings myself
CASEY SKY
Born with charisma
Died before his second act.
A box office hit
A Lover boy
A Visual Artist
A smooth talker
In 2018 , he brought a cell mate home for Christmas dinner
He rescued a guy stuck in a snow storm, let him sleep on the couch and fixed his blown -out transmission
He bought sandwiches for panhandlers with his disability check.
He bought a homeless artist baseball hats, she doodled and sold.
He donated clothes from his closet to St Vincent De Paul
He tipped fast food workers when he bought something
He made lamps from jars glued with junk jewelry
He sold 130 smudge sticks wrapped with rose petals.
In 1987-1988 as a SFHS student , he worked evenings at Rancho Encantado as a server. He bought his own cars . 1980-1985 He studied art at NM State university ,
He was a father, married divorced his high school sweetheart after a fifteen-year romance. He failed at two auto collusion business, was convicted of 3 DUI’s.
Served sentences, and forfeited his vehicle.
After his divorce , he lived with women who enabled him and fixed cars in their garages.
He survived for 9 years on government benefits.
In 2019 he stayed in his parents’ garage with tarps around his treasures.
He flew under the radar
He arrived with a breakfast burrito, and notebooks books with drawings in the margins
He could be in two places at once
He cracked life open.
His thoughts had potential.
He lost track of time, between waking and sleeping
Cups exploded in his sink
His art made a splash
Women wanted to be seen with him
Men wanted to be him
He got the first dance, the second dance the last dance.
After he died,
He became a blazing comet
He slipped into a beam of light
He rewound events he missed,
Ate up the spot light
He Kept everything he owned, in case he needed it later
He was Photogenic
Tougher than nails
Built to last
He had A magnetic personality
When he died, he dissolved
He lost the character requirement
He couldn’t tame himself
Verbal gymnastics
Razor sharp visualizations
Wheels came off
He tried every door to see
Where it went
Jolts of electricity
Handwringing
He ran out of options
Counterintuitive
A swoosh of air
Trouble brewed
His curtain came down
He cut each minute too close
He returned to his purpose at his moment of conception
His life was a metaphor
His balloon popped on the day he died.
He slipped out the back door
Some movies make you watch with the lights on.