How Baby

There’s a lot to grieve today. I hope this comic finds you in a safe place, particularly my American readers. I’m sorry.

2025 is off to a roaring start with us, with a terrible happening that kept us in ambiguous grief limbo until finally the worst case scenario unfolded. My longtime friend and boss, Rowan, ended her life. You may have noticed the world becoming fractionally darker for her passing, because she was the kind of person who helped others so recklessly and burned so bright that the hole she leaves behind is immense. I owe much of my life as a creative to her, because I wrote a sad little fanfic and she decided to give me the world.

The period when we knew something was wrong but hadn’t received confirmation – which included last week, sorry – I was a husk of a person. I spent 2024 really getting my life in order re: healthy habits, and I was able to carry on the routine to keep my body moving, but mentally? I couldn’t show up for anything.

Except one thing. Momo didn’t know, but she seemed extra sweet during that time – or maybe I was just starving. But I know that when I saw her smile at me, I felt momentarily human again.

The love Rowan showed me – that she gave everyone – I can only aspire to be able to reflect a fraction of it back into the world. I’ll have to try, for her.