Tell me there's a heaven
Where all those people go
Tell me that they're happy now
Papa tell me that it's so.
Chris Rea - 'Tell Me There's A Heaven'

It's Hallowe'en. When I was younger, I'd dress up in a silly costume and go out demanding delectable yummies. Now, I sit at home with the light off (Dad's idea, not mine) in front of the PC (burning my eyes out, may I add), thinking about somebody I lost. They say that Hallowe'en is the day when the mortal world and the spirit world are closest; I'm not sure I believe it, but I want to, just like I want to believe there's an afterlife and I'll see everybody there.

It's been three years since he died. I'm past the grieving stage, but every year, on Hallowe'en, I still remember him. I suppose I want to believe in an afterlife because I miss him, and because I don't want to think this lfie is the end. The scientist in me says there's no such thing as heaven or hell, and there is no afterlife, but just because I think that way doesn't mean it's not there, right?

The irony is that the man I'm remembering was a devout atheist.

Oh, and that creature up there is Shinju, my latest (And hopefully final) fursona. She's a kai-ken (I know, I know, I like Ginga, okay? Leamme 'lone.), and her name means 'earl' in Japanese (My own name, Meg, also means pearl). Oh, and the only reason she has a Japanese name is because the breed is Japanese. Not because I'm some Wapanese freak.

Time Taken: 3 hours (Just a quickie)
Media: Mechanical pencil (05.mm), Adobe Photoshop Elements 3.0, Wacom Graphire Tablet 3.0