She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, that slid into my soul.

The 24th of April is frequently a day of introspection and grief, and this year proved no different. 26 years ago, a woman I never knew died, and this event has, in a lot of ways, shaped my entire life. She was my paternal grandmother, and from the hundreds of stories I've heard about her, she was the kind of woman I very much want to be. I always seem to follow her, starting with my birth interrupting her funeral.

When I was very young I use to pretend she tucked me in at night, a plain faced angel bearing a smile just for me, a smile everyone said was eerily like my own.

I wish I'd met her.

On the other hand, this anniversary marks under four days until my birthday, so I'd best get the remaining birthday prompts in *__*.

well, that was a different sadface coping mechanism

I have been resisting efforts to speed up sketches, even though ren_sama told me I should try doing quickie sketches. Well, I gave in tonight and spent about an hour sketching off a really cool pose website and off the television. No, you cannot see the last ones, since they are all really lame stargate ones that suck, but I uploaded the others.

( Minute Plus sketches beneath cut; figure drawing isn't work safe? )

I need an icon that works for fanarting *___*.