I completed the series of paintings of my parents with this final portrait of my parents together. My father lay in bed in a morphine induced sleep while my mother who had dimentia, held both his hands and spoke to him, pleading for him to try to get better. “Beyond” I thought an apt title. Nine months later my mom passed as well. The peculiar thing about her dementia was that although she forgot who my father was just days after he died, her memory of him became clearer and stronger months later as she came closer to her own death.