The moment when... when you realized he never wake up again. You'll never see he home, you'll never hear his voice, you'll never laugh at his jokes. He travelled to the underworld and never come back. My grandfather did this.
Two weeks ago, he left. One week ago, we buried him. There were hundred friends in the funeral. I didn't know he had SO much friends. It's was great to see how many people love him. He was honestly and kind of his grandchildren. He was provider, he always in my side if I need some help. He known many things. And now, he found peace and met his wife.
I drew this picture for his honor. It was really hard. Something blocked my hand when I drew. But I felt I had to do this. But sometimes, I felt it a horrible idea and I desecrate his memories. I don't really know what was right. I'm confused. Still. Maybe I shouldn't do this...
I'll try to go back to work and the public. I mean, I'll try draw again and answer the questions and the comments. I hope, I can do that.
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8 years, 9 months ago
03 Jul 2015 21:23 CEST
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