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New Illustration for Politico Magazine

This was a little different for me. I really enjoyed this opportunity to tackle a story with a little more serious tone to it than I normally get. A lot of the illustrations I’m hired for tend to have a humoristic slant to them. This was a story told by a Grandfather to his young Grandson about a particular moment in the Vietnam war when he had to kill a man. At times, the story got rather…

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“My grandfather was not a strong man, but he knew what it meant to build.”

Happy Father’s Day to all the dads and granddads out there!

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Hey everybody! My name is Ariel, and I am so excited to be attending Grand Valley State University in the fall! However, due to my financial situation, I need to come up with about $6,000 dollars if I don't want to take out unsubsidized student loans. My mother has, for the past several years (...

Hey everybody! My name is Ariel, and I am so excited to be attending Grand Valley State University in the fall!

However, due to my financial situation, I need to come up with about $6,000 dollars if I don’t want to take out unsubsidized student loans.

My mother has, for the past several years (maybe even longer, I don’t know), has had a heroin addiction. Not only has it robbed my sister and I of what should have been a great childhood, but has also (as anyone who has lived with someone with an addiction can probably attest to) robbed my family financially. If there was ever any money set aside for me to go to college, it doesn’t exist any longer.

Things got worse, however, when back in January, my mother was staying in a rehabilitation facility. Just a couple days after checking in, she checked herself out, went across the street and carjacked a poor man’s truck and ran him over with it, taking him from his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

Now, she has to pay for her actions, but now my sister’s life and my own have been flipped upside down.

Within the matter of days, we had everything we had known taken away from us. We weren’t allowed to live at home with our step-dad (because of family drama), and my father committed suicide in Oct. ‘13, so my grandfather obtained legal guardianship of us both. We now live in a house of 6 people, 4 of them teenagers (myself being the oldest which means being the first to go off to college).

Financially, we have just enough money to get by, and not really any extra money to help go toward my college education, and even if we had enough for me, my family has to start putting 3 more kids through college over the next 5 or so years.

Any kind of contribution will help immensely. Everyday I meet more people who are truly good, kind and compassionate, and it really helps to know these people are in the world when times get tough. Even if you cannot donate money, sharing my page to those who can is just as good a help as any and I thank you so much for what ever you can do assist.

As much as I don’t want to put myself out into the world like this, I know that sometimes a person just needs to ask for help.                

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This was probably the only time I EVER cheered for Father (only to be incredibly disappointed mere seconds later)!

I mean, come on! Even GRANDFATHER had an “Oh Shit” look on his face during that scene!

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I made a card for my Grandmother for mothers day and her birthday. I drew her on her wedding day, made a little page for my grandmother and Grandfather on their wedding day together, she made her own dress and corsages. Me trying to be her and large handwriting because grandmother has bad eyesight “thank you for life, i hope and wish to grow as beautiful as you have” <3 and the last one is a drawing and painting of her and my mother…she kept the silk green and velvet dress from when my mother were a baby until i were about 6 years old and she throw it out because my grandfather were taking her to Greece to get a new wardrobe but i wish i had asked to keep it, i would have fitted into it now <3

It’s been a year now, Pop-pop.  A year to the day.  I miss your stories.  I miss your corny jokes.  I miss your practical jokes on our family members.  I miss you.

I can tell the same jokes; I did when I gave your eulogy - “Run to the round house Nellie, ‘cause he can’t corner you there!” - but they just don’t have the same flair.  I can’t give a bucket of old rubber bands to a family member and pretend it’s a thoughtful gift in earnest.  And now, when I head to Schenectady, I have nobody to stay up until 3 in the morning with, talking about the Second World War and the Great Depression; talking about our mutual struggles to find a place in a world that seems to have been made for people who obey social conventions and don’t think for themselves.

I miss you, Pops.  I wish I believed in some sort of heaven, because you’d be up there, a few fishing poles in the water, teaching kids like me the value of learning to piss from a boat.  I love you, grandfather.  92.5 good years was not enough.