Dark wings, dark words

...is in pretty bad shape. He will be spending Christmas at the hospital. He has never really been the same since my grandmother died some years back, but now it's like something has happened. I was visiting him earlier today and he seems to have aged years during the last couple of weeks. He's slow, he rambles a bit and he can't really get up and walk around without help. He has still maintained his humor though. It was still terribly hard to be there and see him. Him talking about the past and my grandmother in a bit of an incoherent manner didn't help either. You know that feeling when you're like on the edge of breaking down in tears, but you don't want to? That was me for about half an hour.


Merry Christmas to everyone on Bulbagarden.


GatoRage