Say Uncle

Today I found out my uncle, who is 85, had a little fall a few days ago.  The neighbor across the street noticed his cane, glasses and mail strewn about the sidewalk, so she went to investigate.  He had crawled back into the house and was calling for his wife, who was asleep in the bedroom with the door closed.  Why the door was closed is beyond me.

He was supposed to be discharged yesterday.

I haven’t seen my uncle since 2004 after my mother (his sister) died.  I’ve been feeling guilty every year I haven’t been to visit.  This year I got off my ass.  I called him last weekend to coordinate, and made plane reservations the other day.  Now this.  I hope he’s okay.  :-(