(Copy and pasting the description, honestly can't retype it all every time)


Wow, I think I worked on this for quite a few hours, redrawing it a lot to make it just right.


Um, so this was something i wanted to do, as something to just sort of deal with the last month. Its been very hard to deal with and through it all I'm so grateful this community exists in the first place because I don't know what I would have done without it.

This is a very long and rather emotional read, so sorry about that.
About 8 months ago my mother was diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer. It came very sudden and very aggressive. She had the surgery but there was a very high chance it would come back. She went through chemo and radiation but we where never really sure if it had come back or not.

My mother got a blood clot in her leg, we assume was formed somehow through the cancer, she went on medication and into a hospice for nurses to care for her. She also wasn't careful with the chemotherapy pills, which the doctors was what caused a mass in her head, they weren't sure what it was and we never really found out. My mother passed away suddenly last month, one June 7th. I got the call she wasn't doing so well and would likely pass in 24 hours. It was a three hour drive, and she passed 20 minutes after I had left.

I have not been mentally stable for the last month, I can't handle that the one person in my life that understood everything I was going through and was so caring and nice and unconditionally loving, was gone forever. Lost to me, I can never talk to her, ask her for advice or help or comfort. I will never delete her number from my phone. I've been having mental breakdowns every few days just from the thought. I can't handle even typing this right now.

We weren't a christian or religious family in any sense, by my mom was very close to a pastor who spoke at her service. I was glad, as someone whom my mom was apparently very close to, came to speak after. But the whole "shes not really gone." speech did absolutely nothing to soothe anything I was going through and I was the one crying the hardest at the end.

I found this community probably right after she was diagnosed. Nimbus doesn't have any sort of direct connection to my mom, but I don't associate myself as Nimbus so it isn't really my fursona I guess. But, as a "Guardian Dragon" the thought of it sort of existing was somehow comforting to me. The thought that a fictional feathered spirit-horse-dragon thing would be there for me when I needed it. Unfortunately, Nimbus doesn't actually exist (or maybe just not in this realm, one can hope) but it existing in the way of me drawing or painting or whatever was extremely therapeutic and helpful. So in that sense, Nimbus is my guardian.
Thunderstorms have always been a thing that calmed me. (After my mom yelled at me when I was young for being scared, of course) So whenever I see one, its sort of a way of connecting to my dragon in a sense. Fittingly enough, as I was finishing this painting my town was hit with a severe thunderstorm, I swear lightning touched down somewhere.

That being said, there is an actual meaning to this drawing. A memory of me and my mom was what inspired it. Many years ago, we went on vacation to Myrtle Beach, which is right on the ocean in North Carolina. One night, it was storming out and my mom asked if I wanted to walk on the beach with her. I didn't think much of it until we actually went outside. I don't know if any of you have ever been on a beach on a night warm summer day with a lightning storm over the ocean, but it was one of the best things I can remember. The warm salty ocean breeze, blowing from the storm and the heat lightning over the ocean, lighting up the entire sky. She said it was one of her favorite things.

Gosh, I can't even keep myself together typing this.

I wanted to thank a few particular people in the community that I've grown very close to and have helped me out the past through months, whether they know it or not.

 riorioriorio Stardust03 PriestessShizuka NintengirlX9 ~graham~

And of course, my friend for way to long,  cipher-032. Who, not only introduced me to Telephone and the Dutch Angel Dragons, but was there for me whenever I needed him to me and was constantly providing help, hugs and support.

Thank you guys for helping me pull through the hardest thing I have ever had to go through.