November 2nd, 2003

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My uncle Melvin is dying.

It's been almost two years since he had a ruptured hernia that left him in a coma for months. Then he regained conciousness, he started to get better- then he got a treatment-resistant illness, and got a lot worse. And then better, and worse, and better, and worse...

And now he's lost. He had a heart attack in the hospital a week ago. A few days ago, the doctors gave up, and Uncle Melvin decided to go home so he could be with his family, and see his cat one more time.

I talked to him on the phone on Saturday. Perhaps talked at him would be more appropriate... he could barely wheeze a reply.

He's going to be dead before the end of this week. The doctors are giving him, at most, 72 hours. I can tell he's scraping to hang on until my mother can get out there and see him one more time; she's leaving for Indiana tomorrow.

And I'll never get to see him again. My schedule doesn't permit it. Because of how my classes are, and how much in-class credit there is, I can't go to Indiana with her. I won't even be able to attend the funeral.