I know I haven't been updated for like six months but I have a good reason why.

My father passed away April 26. We found out that the brain tumor my dad had was growing back and was now inoperable. slowly after his health started declining. I don't know if any one that reads this has gone through what I have, but do you know how it feels to see your father, who has taught you everything from walking, to baseball, to algebra, slowly lose control of his body and mind. Everyday I woke up, I didn't know what to expect. For two months I had doctors tell me that my father could be gone the next day. I woke up wondering if my dad would remember me, helping my mother bathe my father, hugging my wondering whether this was the last time. I left every morning to go to school, wondering if this is the last time I'll see him, whether those foot steps in the hall are coming to get me, waiting for my name to be called over the P.A. system. I couldn't concentrate at school, and stayed home until my father's death.

Even though my father couldn't walk, or really even move (except for his right arm), I never felt safer than in my dad's arms, I felt like nothing bad could happen. I remember there was a tornado warning and we couldn't move my dad, but he wanted to make sure I was safe first, and even though he couldn't do much, he tried to wrap me up in a blanket just in case the windows brake.

I don't want to ramble on about my father, because really I could right a whole book about my father and how much I loved him.

Anyways I have been drawing a lot, just not up dating. er ... sorry? if anyone actually cares.