This was a Christmas gift that
and I made for my parents this year. We live in an apartment in their tri-plex house, and the premise of the short-story is just looking at an average day in all of our lives and seeing that my sister Amy (who died in 2005 a few months shy of her 22nd birthday) visits and is happy to see how things are turning out for us. Only the pets can tell that she's there.
Some notes so you can follow a little better:
Panel 2) My father is a bee-keeper, so here is a typical scene in the house: Dad is filling honey-bear bottles from giant buckets of honey and Mom is making skin-care bars from beeswax. Amy is "providing quality control" while Obi-Wan (our cat) and Zooey (my parents' dog) try to figure her out.
Panel 3) Comfort and my art studio! Yay! Our cat Annie-kin is trying to get Amy's attention.
Panel 4) The brown pitbull is May, Amy's dog. She named her "May" because it was "Amy spelled sideways." If May loves one thing, it's chasing a frisbee. She would run herself into the grave if you let her.
Panel 9 to 11) May will often wander around with her frisbee in her mouth, looking hopefully at anybody who passes by to see if they'll play with her. Here, she waited outside when Dad went into the house so she could be with Amy.
It's all a little saccharine, I know. But while I'm not at all a fan of "religion," I believe strongly in the power of the spirit and its endurance after death. I have felt Amy's presence in my life after she died. Am I a fool? I think I'm just more willing to hope for the good than to throw in the towel completely.
Anyway, there it was: Christmas 2011. Thanks for looking.