"He's got cancer and is trying to get it rid of it at the hospital."
Please let this not be another death of a Grandparent, for Pete's sake. I'm still trying to acknowledge my mortality of what my other grandparent had gone through. This all adds to the urgency of my own artwork. My inner drive with its own need to express in this pushing current that we all call a 'free' direct response of microblogs.
"Will you come tomorrow?" Said my parent
Of course!
"Five years, it's the start."
Now I'm going to have to go again, now I'm going to have this thing, he said he's got faith and that he's processing it, or is it some kind of whimsy defeatism that's managed to take.
Now I'm going to have to go again, now I'm going to have this thing, he said he's got faith and that he's processing it, or is it some kind of whimsy defeatism that's managed to take.
When i heard the news, i sent Grandad all the images of Theodore, and the Silver estate. Maybe he'll get a glimmer in the glory days.
They will be another church visit, and it will be another reminder.
Life stops, and starts again.
There was no pain, I could process it well. Eighty-eight years, him gesturing with a shut up you bugger, and Boragreed maple the third with regard to a pig they named. They are concerned about the rising retirement age for benefits.
Glad he liked the images of Theodore and my character images.
Paintify, app then png of what happened, grandad in the middle.
There was no pain, I could process it well. Eighty-eight years, him gesturing with a shut up you bugger, and Boragreed maple the third with regard to a pig they named. They are concerned about the rising retirement age for benefits.
Glad he liked the images of Theodore and my character images.