I already posted page 5 but I'm realizing page 6 really needs it for context.

So one of the weaknesses of my writing is that I struggle to actually saying something. Notably in Saturday Tales because it is my Covid coping project. But I'm trying with this one. This story is kind of a gentle metaphor about being a closeted elders and the tragedy of a grandchild only learning who their grandparents were after they are gone. I've been thinking a lot about everyone we lost and how so few of us made it to being elders.

For better context this entire comic has already been posted on my website. So can read ahead and see how it plays out.