... What can I say about this? What the fuck could I possibly say about this? It was so hard for me to draw... especially so soon... and I'm wishing that my scanner wasn't so small that was things weren't cut out of this image.... With every new line... every shade... every detail put in... a tear flowed down my cheek.

I'll continue on.... I'll continue on because that's what he'd want.... It's what he'd beg for me to do.... And even though it hurts like thousands of knives coursing though my bloodstream, and even worse, my heart, I know that maybe someday... somehow... someway... we'll be reunited once again.

So... for him, I'll live my life with him secured in my thoughts and heart. I'll smile... for him... because he's the one that brought it back, and he'd hate to see it go.... It will take a while, but when that day comes, I will smile again.

John... I know you'll be watching over me till the ends of time. And always know that I will always love you and that that will never... ever... change.

Image (c) Jacklyn Rose Wilson