left behind

left behind

This is what I’ve been feeling since 2014. It didn’t matter that I held on for so long with pleas, promises and, prayers. They still leave. It didn’t matter that I shed tears for many, many months. I still get left behind.

The last one to leave was my brother — the last one I have.

My world fell quiet. And I felt alone.


I was rummaging through my digital archives when I saw these two images.

When we were planning on getting married I suggested the idea to have our caricatures made and put those in our wedding invitations. We made only around thirty invitations — it was a small wedding.

I asked a favor and these two images, courtesy of Gerry @komikero, became part of our invitations. He doesn’t really do this and as far as I know he has never done any other caricatures since. I should look for the originals and maybe have them signed.