This was painted around the time my son Walter died. He died on December 4th. He was injured in a car accident and spent almost two years in hospitals and nursing homes on Long Island. We prayed the 23rd Psalm almost every day; or I did and he would say amen at the end. He endured so much with all the operations and setbacks and never once complained. I am so thankful I was with him almost daily during this ordeal and for my oldest son Richard and friends who helped and supported us with their love and prayers. God was a faithful protector and friend through it all.