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The 3 month anniversary of my mother's death was two days ago...

Just listening to this song my dear friend sent me reminds me of my feelings. I'm not very open as far as my thoughts concerning the matter or my off color mourning. In fact, sometimes I just... forget. I see things or make a joke and I just wanna TELL her. Or show her something I am working on. It's not fair to ask someone to be strong in times like these... but I guess I owe her.

...I could sleep forever these days/Because in my dreams I see you again/But this time fleshed out fuller faced/In your confirmation dress/It was so like you to visit me/To let me know you were ok/It was so like you to visit me/You always worried about someone else/At your funeral I was so upset/So upset so upset/In your life you were larger than this/Statue-statuesque/I see signs now all the time/That you�re not dead, you're sleeping/I believe in anything/That brings you back home to me/I see signs now all the time/That you�re not dead, you're sleeping/I believe in anything/That brings you back home to me. Signs - Bloc Party

Saw some acquaintances who knew my mother a few days ago... I hate when people bring it up and it stays brought up (at work nonetheless.) And then when religion comes flying from some obscure, desolate corner of left field... It's just not easy for me. Or anyone I would imagine. It's just fucked up how insensitive some people are... And how they can't even see it.. Not that it matters in the long run. If you can call it long. Anyways... I'm ranting.

I'm glad that I did a lot of sketch-fixing from memory. Of course I used a reference, but that was the size of a quarter lol.

Anyways, comments disabled. I'd be much happier knowing you'd use the 10 seconds it takes to type some mumbo jumbo comment and go find your mother.

...And hug her of course

bobo was her nickname btw

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The 3 month anniversary of my mother's death was two days ago...

Just listening to this song my dear friend sent me reminds me of my feelings. I'm not very open as far as my thoughts concerning the matter or my off color mourning. In fact, sometimes I just... forget. I see things or make a joke and I just wanna TELL her. Or show her something I am working on. It's not fair to ask someone to be strong in times like these... but I guess I owe her.

...I could sleep forever these days/Because in my dreams I see you again/But this time fleshed out fuller faced/In your confirmation dress/It was so like you to visit me/To let me know you were ok/It was so like you to visit me/You always worried about someone else/At your funeral I was so upset/So upset so upset/In your life you were larger than this/Statue-statuesque/I see signs now all the time/That you�re not dead, you're sleeping/I believe in anything/That brings you back home to me/I see signs now all the time/That you�re not dead, you're sleeping/I believe in anything/That brings you back home to me. Signs - Bloc Party

Saw some acquaintances who knew my mother a few days ago... I hate when people bring it up and it stays brought up (at work nonetheless.) And then when religion comes flying from some obscure, desolate corner of left field... It's just not easy for me. Or anyone I would imagine. It's just fucked up how insensitive some people are... And how they can't even see it.. Not that it matters in the long run. If you can call it long. Anyways... I'm ranting.

I'm glad that I did a lot of sketch-fixing from memory. Of course I used a reference, but that was the size of a quarter lol.

Anyways, comments disabled. I'd be much happier knowing you'd use the 10 seconds it takes to type some mumbo jumbo comment and go find your mother.

...And hug her of course

bobo was her nickname btw