I walked in and it smelt like death. Like the grim reaper himself was lurking around one of the corners, just waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
Ive smelt death before, many times. I remember it most from Linhaven. When I would go and visit the elderly. Not every room there smelt like death, but some rooms reaked of it.
When I saw Bob, he smiled and said hello. Every little movement is s huge task for him, yet he braves it and tries not to let his pain show too much. Gail let it slip that he isn't always brave, that the nights have become very hard to bare because of his pain.
She could handle the pain herself and pretend like it wasn't so bad, but she cannot handle seeing her husband in so much pain.
Dar and I ate and drank some coffee with Gail. She has played hostess and doctor for the past month and she won't slow down. She just keeps trying to appease everyone. Sometimes I wish I could tell the people in my family that it is okay to ask for help and that you don't have to act like everything is okay.
Dar and Gail went to do laundry and asked me to watch Bob.
He and I talked ... briefly, but it meant so much to me. He looked at me and said that he liked hearing my goals and plans on reaching it, but that I had to remember that it only takes one wrong move and things can fall apart. That you cannot predict everything, especially time. That you have to appreciate what you have and don't lose focus on that, especially if you really want it.
He told me that just because one day I may have a degree to deal with photography it does not mean that I will not have to struggle even more to be successful.
"It's not all about you, it is all about the camera."
If the camera malfunctions then that one perfect shot is gone ... but that doesn't mean you should stop there. It means you keep searching.

I love you Uncle Bob