Just got word that my wife's uncle is being put into Hospice tomorrow.
Marine, Vietnam Vet, took a bullet there too. Still, from what I've been told, he came out on the other side the same all around great guy that volunteered to fight for his country at 18.
The only thing he loved more than golfing and fishing was his family. I'm beyond proud that, as the husband of one of his nieces, he considered me as much a part of that as anyone.
Family vacations together, Xmas Eve dinners at their house, countless rounds of golf and hours spent fishing together, and I honestly can't think of a time when he wasn't a joy to be around.
I can't even comprehend what emotions I'm feeling. As I type this, I'm being flooded with pride and despair, warm memories and an overwhelming sense of my own mortality(which seems ridiculously selfish at this time) because cancer's going to beat one of the best men that I've ever had the privilege of knowing