*thecandylandsniper

So yeah. It's been...well damn, it's been over a month since my step-dad passed away. It was so surreal how life went on so quickly afterwards. My family is doing all right. We've been through this before when my dad passed away. I was ten then. I never thought that age would be a factor in how I look at things. I just thought it was me and not some number. But when we grow up and learn about the world and experience the ups and downs it provides, it toughens our skins a bit. I miss my step-dad a lot. I miss his laugh and how he always told me he was proud of me and that he didn't have to worry about me. What hurts me the most though is that my mom is alone again. When we lost Dad, it was us who were left behind. Mom could focus on us kids and everything was all right. Now she's left by herself in her house where every corner and picture reminds her of Bruce. She's been reaching out to my sister and me. We've been there to hold her hand and provide company. She'll heal in time. She's a strong woman.

What I'm not looking forward to is April 12. That's the date we set up to bury Bruce. We've got to make a trip down to Kansas where the family plot is. Shovel in hand, we're going to dig our own hole and bury his box and have his funeral. I'm not sure how to take that. We (my family and I) weren't there when my dad was buried. Of course he was cremated and buried in a veteran's cemetery. I think we were given the option, but Mom didn't want us to be there. This is different. His family is going to be there. A lot of them are going to want to talk to us, especially me since I found Bruce. I don't really want to deal with that. I'm glad that Robert's going to be there. I wish my brother could be there too, but he already visited. It's going to be weird. Bruce's sons are all supposed to be there. This will be the first time I'll meet two of them. Hell of a way to meet someone.

Either way, sorry for the lack of posting. Inspiration has been sort of blah of the late. I don't get much time to really sit down and draw. I should really face the fact that I don't really have the space for it too. Can't set out a large sheet of paper when you don't have a table to spread it out upon. Not to mention the little guy running around wanting to "color" with me. Oh well. That's my life.