Yesterday, Jason (my boyfriend) told me that his father died the night before last night.

It's really strange. I met the man only once in the span of two days, but I feel affected by his death. I was really looking forward to seeing him again next year. He was pretty cool and seemed to like me. It's just so weird because it's hard to grasp the fact that I'll never see him again. This is my first time really experiencing this type of feeling. (Well, excluding my dog that died years ago)

I really wish I could be there for Jason. He seems to be doing fine right now, but still, I wish I could hold him. He could really use it. ¦<

I drew this in maybe ten minutes. I'm the one that's doing the holding by the way. If that wasn't obvious.

RIP Jason's dad