When my friend and I were around 8 years old, my friend's father died in his sleep. I still vividly remember bopping over to her house to play, as usual, no phone call or anything, her mother met me at the door, I could see she was upset and Karen was sitting in her backyard, crying. What does one say at 8 years old? I had no concept of death. I still remember riding in a limo with her from the funeral to the cemetery. Can't imagine.
Very simple little card for Carson. I had started it at a stamping retreat, finally finished it, can't remember a lot of the supplies. Yes, I'm submitting for today's sketch, even though it's rather convoluted. It is turned on its side and I intended to put the little penguin over the M or e, but it didn't look right. The sketch is there somewhere, folks!
Date: Wednesday, December 18, 2019 GMT Views: 1073
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