Tomorrow (9/23/16), Sam would have been 46 years old. Happy birthday sis. The play and the graphic novel are still making their way into the world. You’re still very much alive in our hearts and minds. xo
This awkward, nerdy, funny, anxious, and often goofy kid is still who I see in the mirror many days. Taped glasses and all. He’s the artist.
The rough draft of Drifting: A TBI Story, is now a first draft. Meaning it’s not quite as rough. But I do believe this is the final drawing I needed to do. Sister Sam hears mom singing to her, but sometimes “It’s like Jay Z’s voice coming out of mom’s body.”