A hard reality

[brenda]

And thank you all for being so kind. It stinks to get bad news and not be able to go help due to the distance. While hubby and I were talking about whether we could make it to a funeral out in MD (if things turned out that way), Uncle rallied and got moving under his own power again. With the way things turned out, now that all strikes me as rather funny. Uncle would be the first to laugh about it, too. He loves irreverent humor like that.

Reminds me of that old Ole and Lena joke. (Probably because Uncle loves Ole and Lena jokes.)

Ole is terribly sick in bed, sicker than he's ever been. The delicious aroma of home baking from the kitchen gives him the determination to get out of bed to go have a bite of whatever just came out of the oven that smells so wonderful.

As he reaches for a cookie, his wife Lena slaps his hand. "Don't touch those, Ole! Those are for your funeral!"

Thanks for holding my hand through that first night. You people are the best!

[Axtremus]

Sorry to hear, @brenda, hope things get better for him.

[brenda]

@Axtremus
He's already exceeded our expectations. His daughter was so distraught last night, and she had us thinking of funeral plans. That he's walking again is just outstanding.

[Friday]

Being at home is the best thing. Nothing like your own pillow and your own bed. Hopefully your uncle will improve dramatically now that he is back with family.

[Klaus]

I'm also sorry about the bad news, Brenda. But it sounds like it's turning more positive now.