Lost the best grandpa ever last week. I was closer to him than my dad. He was only 68. I don't want to go into too much but medications he'd been taking for years to treat RA, which I also have, compromised his immune system and left him vulnerable to a rare infection after open heart surgery. It happened so fast, I haven't really even absorbed it yet. He was suffering terribly for the last few weeks. It's hard but at least it didn't last too long and he's not in such horrible pain anymore.
I have some great ideas for artwork. I feel like my long uninspired phase is over. Now I'm just down and physically sick from stress. I really hate this disease. It might take me a while to do anything productive. My presence around this place will probably continue to be pretty unreliable, real life is just getting in the way.
Eh, sorry to leave such a depressing journal entry. More positive stuff will follow.