This is a simple doodle I did when I was at the funeral home weeks ago... It's the last thing I've managed to even create since Dad's passing.

I miss him so much... It just seems like any minute, I expect him to call me & tell me it never happened. That it was a bad dream...

I want to draw again but I just can't seem to find the drive, the passion... a reason. Everytime I even think about it, I think about how it was because of his former talent, that I was blessed with my small gift, and I just start to cry again...

Just when I think I've stopped grieving, somedays, like today, it just hits me hard. That I can't see him again, can't be hugged again, can't hear his laughter, won't be buying anymore Father's Day gifts... It hurts so much.