Whenever I write and draw a comic involving my neighbor (at the time) and friend Rayna I tried not to equate my losing my job with her losing (in death) her husband. I know they’re two entirely different things, one being more serious than the other. Losing a loved one, is of course more strenuous, more critical than losing a job, but during our walks and meals together I could sense that our losses gave us similar ground. We were both in pain and was there for each other, as an ear to listen to. And that was good.