November 5th is the anniversary of my mum’s passing. November is a crappy month not just because of this but it’s become one of those cursed months that collects deaths and anniversaries and birthdays all of which are overcast by the losses.

Anyway, that in mind, it was coming up to Halloween and I thought I’d write a fun little ghost story – at least that’s where the idea started, but that’s not what it became. In the end it became a letter to my mum, and I think it’s about grief, over the long term.

It was cathartic to write and draw, but it’s done, I’m blessed with far more good feelings when I think of my mum than bad. Mostly thinking about her just makes me warm inside.