Jazmínes

~*{ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵖᵃ}*~ on the evening of July 12th, when i started working on this animation, my grandpa was admitted to the hospital with difficulties breathing. i only learned about this the following day and even later that he already had water in his lungs at that time. he had been in a bad shape since mid-March already, after his 88th birthday, suffering a severe phase of dementia after a physical illness. but after July 12th he was evidently living his very last days and in the early hours of August 7th he finally found rest. luckily, all the time, despite his episodes of dementia, he always recognized his family. he still smiled wearily at me past Saturday, though already unable to utter words; and the day before he still addressed me as his little sun, like he always used to do, and squeezed my hand.