My Father became an Astronaut to young Painting

During a family holiday I found myself coincidently on the same beach with my children that my parents used to take me to as a child and where my fathers ashes where spread. I was unable to be there and spent many years abroad so had not visited the spot. Whilst there I found this piece of driftwood and decided to slip it into the boot with the mind of doing something with it, I wasn't at that time sure what. On the return journey we where rear ended by a musician on his way to a gig, the back of the car was completely crushed but thanks in my opinion to this piece of wood the back seats where saved from collapsing in on my children. At that point I decided that this piece of wood had to in some way reference back to an interventional celestial being in honour of my father, not having the stomach to paint angles and the like I decide that the image of my children's grandfather as an astronaut was a suitable tale to tell my young boys about the Granddad they never meet.