Sketch Comic #1: Grief

First, apologies that this is so hard to read. It was all done in pencil, and the pencil didn’t scan well. If I keep doing these sketch comics, I’ll do them in pen from now on.

Second, the content…yeah, it’s about grief. I’ve been struggling with grief for a while now (tomorrow’s actual comic gets even more into it. Yay!). Ever since Grandma Betty passed a few years ago, it feels like it’s been just one hit after another. First her, then my paternal grandmother the following February, followed by my paternal grandfather the following June, and then my uncle unexpectedly the following April. And if you’re the sort to include them, both of our cats in that time, too (and I am the sort to include them. Those two little fuzzballs were part of my family, too).

And I’m just…not dealing well with it. After Uncle Randy passed last year, I just stopped writing, recording, or even playing music for four or five months. Couldn’t bring myself to pick up the guitar at all, because it always reminded me of him. I keep having dreams that I’m visiting my grandparents, and they’re telling me that their deaths were all tricks and the dementia was a lie and everyone is just fine, actually. I keep walking down the hall and looking into my sister-in-law’s bedroom, expecting to see the cat sitting on her pile of blankets on the corner of the bed, even though I know for a fact she won’t be there. I still look. Every time.

Like I say in the comic, though, I’m fine with feeling grief. Feeling sad because someone you loved is gone is completely normal and a good thing, actually! I would just like to be able to feel other things, things that are not grief, for even just a few minutes in a day. It’d be a nice change of pace.

Anyway, these sketch comics are just an idea. Sometimes there’s something bouncing around in my head and I need to get it out and on paper so I can go back to perseverating on whatever it is that I’m over-focused on at that moment, but they just don’t feel like a full, normal comic. Maybe I’ll do more of these. Maybe this is a one and done sort of thing. Who knows.

Jellyfish

So during our beach trip, two of my nieces – Annabelle and Charlotte – both got stung by a jellyfish. Charlotte was a little guy shy about getting back in the water after that.

Also, the Gulf is approximately that greenish-brown color. There’s a lot of silt in that body of water from the Mississippi River.

#749 – Levity

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As I write this, I’m sitting in an airport in Dallas, TX, making my return to northern Virginia and home. The past fee days have been spent mourning the loss of my great aunt, Gail Roork, with my family. One thing I’ve always noticed about funerals – at least, with my family – is that the great majority of time is spent not crying, but laughing. We celebrate the deceased’s life. And that’s what we’ve done in this case.

That being said, we are still sad, and seeing me catch a pie in the face would make just about anyone smile, I’m pretty sure.

Edited to correct horribly glaring spelling/grammar mistake in the second panel. Ugh.

Sketch a Day, Day 584

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I apologize for the sudden radio silence. With my sister-in-law’s wedding and reception this weekend, we were suddenly invaded by a horde of Brancos. They all came over to my house Friday night for dinner, and then we had the actual reception Saturday night. At meant two very long, very exhausting days in a row where I just couldn’t get anything drawn, I should’ve able to get back on track now, though.

The reception went well, aside from various Brancos vying for control of the playlist. I ultimately won out, though not without effort.