Bomb
A lovely lovely week came to an end with a bomb or two dropped squarely in my lap. Another divorce seems immenent, and of course along with that, a death. Seems my uncle (whom I've met once) is in the hospital dying, and the only family who's gone to visit him is the son who's taken care of him the last few years.
He has alzheimers. heart disease, had several massive strokes, and parkinsons. And a couple other things.
I dont know how coherent he is... but he's dying, and he's family. He'll probably not last the night. Definitely not the week.
I don't know what I should do.