This is my illustration of an event that happened at my brother Jon’s memorial service on August 10. My sister Amanda has Down syndrome and we are both brokenhearted over his death. We loved Jon. I wanted to take her out for pizza to give her some relief. Unfortunately, even though she is my blood sister, and she is 47 years old, and she badly wanted to go, even NEEDED to go, I had to ask permission from her guardian to do so.
This is what happened.
There are a couple of embellishments — there were no darts present. Those are figurative. Ruthie did not say that I could not take her because I did not pay. She did use those words another time. That quote is from a prior conversation that I had with Ruthie, it did not occur on that day. The rest of the quotes are verbatim.
The whole story is in a couple of prior blog posts, because I am damned mad about it.
There is no reason for this cruelty to Amanda. If you are that sick in your mind and you can’t handle being her guardian, then don’t do it.
If I get enough likes about my drawings of siblings, the Ugly Americans, I might continue doing them. It is a great way to vent. Maybe it will give them a new perspective on how they appear to others.