Man, this is though...
At 4 am last sunday, my father passed away.
After surviving a heart attack, the loss of my mom, fighting 3 battles against cancer and I can't remember how many surgeries his body finally gave up.
I was lucky (unlucky?) enough to be at his house when it happened so I called an ambulance and tried to resucitate him, but when I heard his chest crack because of my poor attempt at cpr, I panicked. When the ambulance arrived minutes later and gave me the official news, I was devastated.
Don't really know what to say. I'm glad my brother managed to come to lend a hand these past couple days, and I'm really glad that he also managed to make a trip home a couple months ago with his wife and son, so at least my dad got to see his grandson once more before passing.
Emilio Raul Cabanelas was born on the 5th of august, 1954 and died on the 18th of september, 2016. He worked most of his life as an employee of a bank, managing to rise from position to position because of his hard work, dedication, patience, honesty and, simply put, by just being a good guy. He married my mom Marta and they both had me and my brother Guillermo. They raised us as well as they could, not without mistakes but always with good faith. They were there when we needed them and loved us as best as they could. They gave us what I think is the best thing a parent can give, which is a good example (hell, they set up the bar so damn high...) and will always be remembered in our hearts and in our minds. He is survived by his mother, his sister, his sons and his grandson, as well as the extended family that each of us have
He is and will be missed.
Nothing much to add here, folks. Life sucks.
One of the things that bugs me about writting this journal's that I haven't written anything here in a loooooong time (in all fairness, my dog had a stroke over a year ago and, since I don't have internet in my phone, I'm poor and can't afford a new one or even a laptop, I really didn't spend much time at my desk computer since) so I guess everything I say looks like I have the shittiest luck on Earth. I really wished I had better news from time to time, but these past years have been incredibly hard. I'm still drawing, though (another reason I'm grateful for my dad: his financial aid), and I hope to continue doing so.
I'm gonna try, at least.
So, in other words, if you're looking for a comicbook artist, please let me know. Since now it's only my dog and me, I should be checking this site and my email more often and I always need work.
By the way, Ryan, if you're reading this, I'll send you those Krege pages sometime next week, probably. I already had them finished, but I still need to scan them.
Thanks for reading, folks
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