I was in kindergarten with her daughter, Jessica.
(Also a pretty good artist as I recall.)
Panne’s art speaks for itself.

I remember coming into the front door of her house which was wide open but no Mom to be found, hearing the B-52’s “Love Shack” blaring on the stereo through the whole house, walking through the hall and into her garage workshop to get her attention. ( She was working on a painting. ) I’m there every time I hear that song and this painting is one of my treasured possessions. Panne gave this to my Mom to hold for her and then never got a chance to give it back to her.

When I saw you guys at your mom’s funeral, I so eager for the opportunity to re-connect and somehow missed just how devastating this loss was. I’m so sorry for that. I get it now.
I lost my Mom last year and it’s left a hole that seems impossible to fill. I don’t know how you handled that as a teenager. I’m a grown ass man and still have days I’m barely functional.

The point being; Jessica and Bryan; this painting belongs to you.
You should have this piece of your mom.
Just tell me where to send it.