I will miss the feel of your long whiskers scratching my face as you kissed my cheeks — like it was always the first time you saw me, with the smell of your Old Spice & Brut.

My Dad, my first and forever love,
Your Dimple Cheek.

I lost my mother Tracey Murchison to COVID on April 7, 2020. I am walking today, in the March to Remember, to keep her name alive! I’m walking so she will forever be remembered because she’s not just a number. She was someone I will never forget!!!

The first to call at midnight on our birthdays.
The one who never hung up first.

Sunday football,
Green Bay Packers,
New York Yankee baseball,
Hanging with #7, and St Vince.

My grandpa, Cal Schoenfeld, was everything to me. He was born in Brooklyn, New York on November 29, 1936 and found his adoration for art at a young age.

He went to school to become an artist and spent his younger years working to fulfill his dream. This passion for art is one he bestowed to me and was a special part of our relationship. We shared a love for three things: art, stories, and New York City — where he often proudly reminded us he was from.

Every year, my family and I planned a trip into the city with him, and in 2020 he was most excited about the idea of an excursion over the Brooklyn Bridge, one of his favorite landmarks, an iconic gateway to and from his home borough.

Unfortunately, he passed away due to Covid-19 in May 2020 before our adventure could happen. His passing inspired two things: Faces of Covid victims, which is an international art project I created, dedicated to memorializing loved ones lost to Covid-19 through art, and the annual Covid March to Remember over the Brooklyn Bridge. Both are done with a massive community strung together by love, empathy, grief, art, and the sharing of stories — something I know he would have loved.

I miss my grandpa every day, but I know he’s so, so proud of what has been accomplished because of him.