This is a chronicle of my father-in-law's passing. He died On Sunday morning at 7am after a long battle with cancer. During the time we spent in the hospital, I sketched my heart out. It relieved my anxiety... these are the things I finished, with the last one being a sketched I had started during his dying process when I was alone in the room with him, just sitting quietly drawing. The sketches have no secret meanings, I just did whatever came to mind or at the suggestion of the children that were there.