Last night, around 10:40 pm we got a phone call, the one we’ve been dreading. The hospital phoned my uncle and told them Oma had hours at most. My mom and me rushed down. We all sat with her until I had to take mom home around 3 am, listening to her gasp for air and it rattle in her chest.. At 5:40 am my uncle phoned me again to tell me she passed.

I lost someone dear to my heart, someone who understood me and never questioned me or who I was or how I portrayed myself. Someone who didn’t force anything from me, even if it just meant sitting quietly near me and not expecting me to say anything.

The next few days while I will continue to work, I need a mental break. Artwork will be done but..in my own time. I hope everyone understands.