The beginning of this year has been aliving hell to me. A person dear to me, a family member, was diagnosed with brain cancer, and I must say I have been depressed and sad. So depressed actually, that I haven't got that many memories from January at all. But life goes on, does it not? It is suprisning how the family can unite itself against something this horrible. I have seen new sides in people I thought I knew, I have been lucky enough to notice that we do love eachother. Perhaps we don't show it everyday, we do not say it often, but in times like these it is obvious that the feeling is stille there, stronger than ever.

I think you can all understand that I have not been able to draw a thing in these past months. It has been bothering me though. I thought that perhaps my saddness had eaten away my gift and that I would never draw again. But then I thought about the other hard times in my life nad how I managed to get past all of them, and began to draw again. And today I drew for the first time this year. I drew a picture of Jay, a character my friend made up. He is lovely indeed. I thought that he'd laugh away all ofg my worries and sadness, and that's how he came to me again.

I love life, nevertheless. And I hope things will get better as time goes by. But how much time will we have, I wonder?

Goodbye, for now.