The Last Time We Spoke

Grief doesn’t disappear. But somehow, you learn to live beside it.

In this raw, intimate, and beautifully illustrated graphic memoir, Jesse Mechanic opens up about the long, echoing grief of losing his mother to cancer—and what it means to carry that loss over the years.

He was just a teenager when she passed. Everything changed—straight A’s slipped into F’s. OCD took hold. Depression moved in. School became unbearable. Thoughts grew darker. But this isn’t just a story of spiraling. It’s about surviving. About adjusting to the dark. And learning how to keep going when nothing makes sense.

Jesse’s memoir doesn’t wrap grief in a bow. It doesn’t try to fix anything. What it does is sit with grief—honestly, vulnerably—and trace how trauma threads its way through memory, identity, and healing.

It’s about what happens when your world shatters, leaving you to piece together something new from the wreckage.

And yeah, it’s also about graffiti. About marking space, claiming ground, and making something loud, messy, and yours.

With stark, expressive visuals and writing that punches you in the gut, The Last Time We Spoke isn’t just a memoir—it’s a lifeline.

For anyone who’s ever lost someone or lost themselves for a while, this is a reminder: You’re not alone in the dark.

And with time, you might even start to see it.