Sorry if this one looks a little on the bare side. It’s been an extremely distressing week. My grandfather does not have much time left, and it’s been very difficult coming to terms with that. I still haven’t. He’s one of the kindest people I’ve ever known, one of the most supportive people I’ve had in my life, and was around more often than not during my childhood, because my grandparents enjoyed spending time with my siblings and me. He’s been sick for so long, and there was nothing anyone could do except feel helpless. He never deserved any of this suffering, and it’s so unfair that he’s had to deal with so much.
I’m sorry. I’m just…it’s just so hard. I’m trying to keep distracted, to keep my mind off of my sadness and to remember all the good times. Drawing helps, I guess, so I want to try to stay on schedule, but if there’s nothing here Friday, or even next Monday, you’ll know why. Thanks for listening.