Figured that everyone is owed an update:

Ever since my dad died, I don't find the things I used to enjoy enjoyable. I haven't had a whole lot of time to grieve due to having to go to probate court over the fiancee stealing my dad's stuff and my grandmother and aunt withholding information from us and trying to force my sisters to foot the bill for the funeral arrangements my grandmother had set up. All the while I'm getting whispered in my ear that I'm taken care of while my sisters get nothing, mind you. I can't let my sisters go through that. They've already been shunned and losing Daddy so unexpectedly was punishment enough. It's just so wrong. Daddy never got one, NOT ONE, of his dying wishes carried out because my grandmother did what SHE wanted.

Someone reported the GoFundMe page I had set up to help pay for my father's funeral expenses saying it was a fraud. =_= I had enough drama to deal with so I took it down. There weren't any donations made, just a total of 51 shares (and I appreciate EVERY SINGLE ONE).

We've gotten a lawyer to help see us through with Stephen footing the bill. He's been my rock through this whole ordeal; giving me a shoulder to cry on, giving me advice, comforting me. I've assumed (and been given) the role as administrator during the probate court rulings. I'm trying to do what Daddy might have done or what he would've wanted done. It's hard to know when he's not here to tell me.

I'm sorry it's taking so long for those of you who are waiting on art from me. Between school, having to be the backbone for my family, being a mother, and dealing with the lawyer it hasn't been easy. I'm surprised I'm not in an insane asylum right now. I promise to have it done as soon as I can.

Thank you all for your support and your patience.

Much Love.