Way too many bad bad things happening, right now.

I'm still drawing, but I lack a proper scanner to do anything with, not to mention a complete lack of will to complete or even mess with anything for long periods of time.
Depression...

My father died, last week. It just hit me very hard and quite deeply.
The one personal person who kept me sane throughout the majority of my young life.
The person who constantly believed in me, no matter how hard I fell.
Who got me through school when I wanted to quit.
The person who rose up from so much baggage and adversity in his life to go to college and graduate with honors at the age of 59.
He succeeded in fulfilling his goal and went from a dead end foundry job to becoming a case manager for disabled persons.
He wanted to help people, and he did.

My father, who told me, every day, just how proud he was of me.
I never even got to let him know just how inspiring he was to me, and how proud I was... am... of him.

I miss him dearly.