The black and white monk

Today is the anniversary of my lovely Dad's death.
He went to work 48 years ago and had a heart attack-he never came home.

He was an architect who had a real talent for pen and ink drawing.

This is a black and white version of a larger coloured Monk which was always on our wall at home.

My mum told me that the colour version was to be my brother's and this one was going to be left to me in her will.

Since my brother died, they both belong to me now but I really prefer this one.

I found it today along with some other etchings which are very precious and remind me of me dear, dear Dad.