mark’s grandpa passed two sundays ago, somewhere between 2 and 3 am. i’m not exactly sure why i haven’t spokenup about it until now but he was a goodkind man, one of mark’s favorite people, and someone whose mind i wish i couldhave known before it was made a frightenedbarren place by disease.
it’s hard for mark, not having to take care of him anymore. ithink he’s unsure about what should fill that immense hole in his life, what things go into the timespace. sooomuch timespace. but ultimately so little timespace, so these matters are of the utmost importance.
grandpa was burned up and put into a box. i thought urns looked different so when i went to look for him in the tv in my mind was !!!GENIE BOTTLE!!! but on the tv was prettywoodensquare with a person inside.
ithought being in a room with a deadperson you just saw die would be scary or weird but it wasn’t much of either. i sat there for a long time after it happened waiting to feel something different — i didn’t even cry until grandma came in and sat beside him and nestled herhead against his and her arms were sprawled over his chest and i wasn’t thinking about him being dead somuch because well he was allbutgone for days, in a morphinesleep to makethings more peaceful and less painful and foreversleeptime. i thought about how she must feel instead, to lose a face you’ve seen everyday for sixty years, a voice you’ve woken to every morning, hands and arms that helped you down the hall everynight before bed because you are toostubborn of an old woman to wear your damned hearingaid which would totally help you walk because of that inner ear imbalance and stuff. i don’t mention the most importantpart of a person since there was so little of that left and she resented him for it. evenso, i was shaken and i can’t even begin to imagine what she felt in that moment and has been feeling everyday /everymoment/ since.
this is a sadpost and i’m not sure whatelse to say except that it’s good that he isn’t suffering anymore and didn’t have to live in a place amongst shadows and strangers for years while also being a prisoner of his own mind . ___. /01162013
MY COMIC DOODAD FOR WOLFEN JUMP DONCHAKNOW! \ n ___ n /
this is the longest comic i’ve ever done sofar in my life and i worked SUPERHARD on it, so despite its flaws i am superamazingalotVERY PROUD OF IT AND MYSELF :^DDD GO MY SELF YOU MADE A THING HIPHIPHUZZAH
OHYEAH, i laughed alot while drawing it so i hope maybe it can help you smileandlaugh and stuff too! THAT IS IF YER EYES DON’T BOIL AND BURST FROM THE COLORS FIRST :^D!
this is geting raffled off at a benefit for chris truan @ the north door tonight! starts at 10pm, if you or any of yer friends are in the austin area then HECKYES STOP BY :^D i won’t be there but a buncha other cool ppl will! tell em weja sentcha \n___n/
AVAHED COMMISSIONS! 20 BUCKS EACH! :^D HELP ME PAY MY RENT! :^DDD
email me a picture of your character/self/whatevs and i will make a thing! 760x760 pixelses! paypal only! wait for me to confirm before sending any monies though! (: email is sunbrineATgmailDOTcom! and it’ll help to put “avahed commission” in the title so i know what’s cookin V:
FUNFACT: actually the first character i drewed for DR but only fleshed her out recently (: she likes to catch bugs and is a happycottonfluffed pup but don’t make funna her name or TO THE MOON ALICE V:<