Uncle Don

 

That guy in the blue is my dad's brother.  He is the last of the siblings.  He worked in baseball.  He was a heavy smoker. He was my famous relative.  He is one of the most humble people I have ever met.  He is a devout Catholic.  His wife, Aunt Polly, is on the far left and my mom is in the middle. I know this was somewhere where my mom lived because it is her furniture, but I don't remember when this picture was taken. Uncle Don reminds me of my dad who passed away in 1982.  I treasure that resemblance.

I got news this weekend that Uncle Don is very sick.  He is in the hospital. They are hoping to wean him off a ventilator.  It isn't Covid. He has a fungus or a growth or something in his throat. I am really not sure of the exact problem.  Uncle Don has COPD and uses oxygen.  Lots of problems.

If Covid had not happened, my sister and I had plans to go out to see him on the east coast in 2020.  We were revisiting those plans this fall, but with the delta variant they seemed unlikely. He is miles and states away.  All I can do is pray at this point.  And I will pray.