Well Willy came to see me. It was sad. He looked horrible. He wasn't himself. He was "tired". It wouldn't surprise me if he wasn't put into the hospital in the next few days. Not that I want him to be but still. He almost looked depressed. I asked if he was ok. He said not really. So I told him to sit down and we began to talk about life. He said nothing. I talked about how bad the hospital food was and how much I missed him. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled. He told me he missed me too. He said that he will be in the hospital soon and if and when it happens he has a surprise for me and he left it with that.
