That was sad
So today I put everything in bags to go home tomorrow (literally the only window to even make it back at this point and pray Friday's snow storm doesn't come early). And then my father and I went to see my uncle. His roommate is a very lonely man (and honestly I'm not sure why he's not in assisted living vs full care because he doesn't seem in need but maybe he has more serious dementia than is easily evident) and does not shut up. He spent most of my visit talking to us vs us talking to my uncle. (I'm used to this. In career one I ran into this daily, having to fake emergency calls on my pager to escape some of them because I'm their doctor not the visiting angel there to talk to them for hours)
It was of course a sad visit and my uncle told me he loved me several times. This is significant. My family does NOT say i love you. Seriously. He has never said this before (I don't even hear it from my parents or brother or cousins you get the drift.) He wouldn't let go of my hands when it was time to leave. Also probably the first time he's ever kissed me.
And the last. he knows it. I know it. I will be surprised if he lives out the month.
It was of course a sad visit and my uncle told me he loved me several times. This is significant. My family does NOT say i love you. Seriously. He has never said this before (I don't even hear it from my parents or brother or cousins you get the drift.) He wouldn't let go of my hands when it was time to leave. Also probably the first time he's ever kissed me.
And the last. he knows it. I know it. I will be surprised if he lives out the month.