May 07, 2012
Charles
My uncle has requested that I come visit him. He's dying and has about a month to live. I feel very awkward about this. He's a good uncle, but we were never that close. Now he lives ten miles away and I never visit. I want to visit I suppose. But what shall I say? He's not even that old.
But I will visit. Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow.
scullerymaid at 10:45 a.m.