Draw me a fish

I have been chewing on this phrase for some time now. Three months to be exact. It may seem a little obsessive , but it was uttered to me by my father-in-law before he died. The image that his words drew from the recesses of my heart and mind has captivated me. I still haven't drawn this fish, but am wondering if it would draw me closer to the divine. Harry was an extraordinary man to me, the fuller dimension that I saw in his final few days on this planet, were profound for both my wife and me. As artists, and artists who believe art to be prayer, we found these verbal paintings to be beautiful tapestries from the garden. A sort of peaking behind the thin veil. Now that I'm further down the path of grieving I find myself ready to draw a fish and perhaps draw a deeper meaning to my life.