"How time flies!" Professor Oak found himself thinking one evening. The thought made him pause, for it had appeared suddenly after thinking of Pokémon all day. First it was a Fearow's broken wing, then a scratch in a Rattata's back, afterwards a burned Bulbasaur and now Ash's Snorlax massive indigestion. Some days even having time to think peacefully was rare. But as he rubbed the big fellow's belly, he indulged his mind's observation.
Things had changed so much. Five years had passed since Rose's death and his life had taking him in many different roads since then. He'd gotten used to sleeping alone again, and had taken the habit of riding his bike after lunch. He had even taken some few trips abroad to further investigate some subjects, which he hadn't done in quite a while.
Oh, he still was the same in some ways, he guessed. He continued to love his Rose with all his heart and he remembered her laughter as if he'd never stopped listening to it. He continued to take the utmost joy and pride in his son and grandkids and treated kindly everyone he encountered. He still missed having Rose singing near him when working with Pokémon, having the radio on had become a necessity of sorts. All those years of singing hadn't been in vain and he felt close to her memory that way.
But, yeah, there had been lots of changes.
As not being startled by arms suddenly snaking his torso from behind.
-Is he any better, love?- Delia Ketchum placed a kiss on the back of his neck.
-A bit. He returned your boots ten minutes ago. The more he vomits, the better he'll feel.- She nodded and released her hold of him to tenderly caress the Pokemon's big head.
Samuel smiled as Delia sweet talked to Snorlax. She had brought him so much happiness. He'd never known to live with an open heart until she entered his life.
Delia had been right. He could now remember his late wife just with fondness and not with pain. She had taught him that loving her didn't mean he was replacing Rose, it just meant that his heart had gotten bigger to create a place that belong only to Delia. She had helped him heal and made him feel loved and alive again. She had given him a new purpose: live to love.
Things had changed, yes. Now his desk was always clean, Delia made sure of it. It was her way of loving him, making sure he felt at peace. Delia had managed to allow him to have Rose's photo always displayed.
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