About two weeks ago, my husband, son, and I were in a rollover accident on the turnpike. The vehicle was totaled, but we survived with only minor injuries. The police officer who responded to the accident said that if we weren't wearing our seatbelts, we surely would've died. Hearing that, my first thought was "I sure am thankful for seatbelts!" So many other people, upon hearing the story, have said that it was a miracle we survived and that someone was looking out for us. Being someone with no religious beliefs, I just brushed it off the first few times I heard it, but after awhile, I got to thinking.

My dad said that my son was the best thing that's ever happened to him. He loved kids and was so excited to be a grandfather. My son just had his first birthday on Sunday, and I was sad that my dad couldn't be there. I know he would've loved to hold my son in his arms, hear his laugh, and watch him open his presents. They were supposed to be best buds.

Toward the end of his sickness, all my dad wanted was to die. He believed he was going to go to heaven, free from pain at last. I don't believe in heaven, but I encouraged his ideas of it, because it was one of the only things that gave him hope and peace. Sometimes I wish there was a heaven. I hope there is. I hope my dad found the peace and happiness that he so desperately wanted. If someone was watching out for us that day, I hope it was my dad.

I got this sketch from Ashley many months ago and started coloring it, but then other things came up. I haven't been drawing much at all lately, as my February was very busy, so I dug this out to finish up really quick, as a warm up before commissions.

Sketch  ashleyzombie
Colors, characters  ajna