I visited my uncle again. I really miss how he was before he deteriorated. Its kinda sad to hear he has falls and now he struggles to speak. I can't help but cry when I get flashbacks of the past. He and my aunt were like my second parents growing up.
old age can seem cruel. Sometimes, old people are already one foot in the next world, ready for the next stage on their journeys, and this life gets a bit less important to them. I hope it’s like that for your uncle.