Some memories are too important to fade — so we find ways to keep them alive.

My name is Hanna, and this portrait means more to me than words can explain.

I lost my dad to cancer — a loss that leaves a quiet space no one else can fill. He was my protector, my guide, and my biggest supporter. Even now, his presence still shapes who I am and who I’m becoming.

Painting this portrait became my way of holding onto him.
Every brushstroke carries a memory.
Every detail reflects love, strength, and gratitude.

This isn’t just art on a canvas — it’s connection.

It’s remembrance.
It’s a way of saying that love doesn’t end when someone is gone.

Through this portrait, I remember his smile, his courage, and the calm strength he carried every day. Creating it has been healing, grounding, and deeply personal — a reminder that the people we love live on in the stories we tell and the ways we honor them.

Today, I share this not for sympathy, but for remembrance.
For anyone who has lost someone they love.
For anyone finding their own way to keep a memory close.

Some bonds are stronger than time.
Some love never leaves.
And some memories deserve to be seen, felt, and honored