Happy and sad

Yesterday we'd learned that my uncle of 85 had been admitted to hospital due to minor stroke he's suffered; what a different place of meeting one
another again after last Sunday when ma celebrated reaching 85.

Feeble but quite capable and up on his feet he was and wondering what good is there of surviving a stroke and not being able anymore to return home and having to face all the unknown of being transferred to what? A nursing home? Away from his so wellknown home and books, musics and whatever. His wife died last Summer and he's managed independant life at home till now. So sad he's to worry over the follow up now.

it struck me how much my uncle looks now like my pa did in his final year - never before seen this brotherly similarity as strong as now, funny too:)
backblipped yesterday's entry - being cut off from the server at home still..