It was Coronavirus. She fought for as long as she could. Over a month. All we could do was hope. We couldn’t visit, couldn’t console. We couldn’t stay in her home, our home. She passed away on the 4th of July.
So I haven’t been able to draw. We’ve been making arrangements, trying to settle things. It’s a surprisingly difficult thing.
I’ve been angry with her church. More specifically, with the arrogance and stupidity that lead to my 71 year old mother being infected during a pandemic.
I finally got back to drawing. Time never stands still. And no one is as isolated as they think.
I know…it seems inappropriate. I had to start with the last project I was given. It’s probably why it took me so long.
Anyway… thanks for being patient while I worked through my grief. You guys are the best, thank you.