Hi guys,

A week later find me feeling a lot better, but still seeking out closure after what the previous week consisted of. I won't go into too much detail, but my uncle went peacefully and without pain, surrounded by family and friends. Mom and I, at that time, were rushing home after landing in Halifax and hitting the highway for four more hours of driving. We were an hour and a half away from my hometown by the time we got the word of my uncle passing on. That night felt weird, up until we were informed.. things just didn't feel 'right', y'know?

I won't lie, it hurt like hell.. it was one of the most surreal, painful feelings to get word of one of my favorite uncles leaving this world. But after hearing about the manner of his death, hearing about what he would have been in for -- had he not been taken so peacefully and quickly -- it was a relief too. He was not meant to suffer so.

So here I sit, back on the West coast and very reflective, but fully aware of how family can heal. How important families are, big or small, and how everyone can be a pillar of support to one another when the going gets tough. Please, never take family for granted.

So yeah.. I hope to -- gasp -- get some art up soon. My muse has dried up, so it's hard for me to think of who to draw, let alone WHAT. It's been a bad year for art.. I really think I should go off and find a course, or something, to get myself out of this rut and get some new inspiration. Perhaps in the New Year, when I get a bit more time to myself after my second installment of school.

That said, everyone, hope you're all well. Sorry for all of those morose entries.. things will get better. Both in life, and art.

<3