Mother’s Day 2017, a combined sketch from my sister & I. Her childish and heartfelt expression breaks my heart.
“What chokes every prayer and every hope is the memory of all the prayers H. and I offered and all the false hopes we had. Not hopes raised merely by our own wishful thinking; hopes encouraged, even forced upon us, by false diagnoses, by X-ray photographs, by strange remissions, by one temporary recovery that might have ranked as a miracle.” – A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis