With the anniversary of andypop's accident and death upon us, his father's calling again for memories/stories. But I'm not good at ordering my thoughts like that. What's in my head, what needs ordering and shoving into frames is what he is now, not how he was then. So, this week, one last comic about Andy. I'll slip it under a cut, though, so you can skip it if you want to.
This week's strip is called "black markers". It's digital collage, something I use very seldom -- but here, it fits, as it is an (inaccurate) account of a dream I had, one of those which seems very real, very there. You were there. Andy... well.
After all, this is my way of mourning. You'll have your own.