My Uncle in England

I called my Uncle Bill in England this afternoon. He's the uncle who lost his wife (my aunt obviously) a couple of weeks ago. I thought I'd give it a try even though Pat told me he was very hard of hearing. I was expecting an old man in his mid to late 80s to answer with a frail voice and a lot of requests to repeat myself... well.. it was anything but. :)

He sounded strong and clear and confident. He had no trouble hearing me and was a pleasure to talk to. In fact he said he tried to get a hold of me several times but turned out he was dialing one number in my telephone number wrong. He was worried something had happened to me. I really am bad at keeping in touch with people, it's one of my weak points and not one I really do intentionally.

Anyways the funeral went well, they had a gathering at the little church opposite his old House where I stayed several times as a kid. All the family gathered and he said it was so nice to see everyone and hear how well they were all doing. It's the first time in years they've all been together. He also went into detail about my Aunt's Alzheimer's.. how she was tested and how they got her medication right at the beginning so fast enough to prevent it from worsening. At the end of her life though he said she was really gone and was not responding to the medication (for her Pancreatitis). In other words she was ready to go.

Saw the first rainbow in Montreal in years tonight as I headed out for supper... Perhaps a sign from my Aunt and Parents above that everything is fine LOL... well.. ok kinda sappy but I'd still like to think that.