To put it simply, he's not well. He's eating less and sleeping more. We called in Hospice a couple Mondays ago. He's bed ridden and rapidly declining. He's barely coherent. His cognition is pretty much gone. Company keeps coming over to say their goodbyes. He's scared of death. He's emotional when he is awake and talking to people who are on the other side when he's asleep. We are doing what we can to make sure he is comfortable.

As far as art goes, I am working on traditional when I get the time. Digital has been set aside for now and I appreciate the continued patience with that. Right now my computer is used as a get away. When I am on it, I am not doing work. It's upstairs, in my room, where I can get some alone time from the sorrow downstairs. If you have never watched a close loved one die, you can't even begin to sympathize. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. It's not fun, nor is it easy. At all.