There were 6 of us waiting for him in the room. He arrived on a wheelchair pushed by a male nurse, fresh from a CT scan. He was smiling and making jokes that under other circumstances I would possibly have found funny. He climbed onto the bed with the help of his wife, in obvious pain. He joined in the conversation, his voice animated but his posture strained. I couldn't look. I tried to immerse myself, unsuccessfully, in a copy of Hemingway's The Old Man and The Sea that I found neglected in the room, a recalcitrant tear trickling down the corner of my eye.
I wasn't quite sure if there was more pain or pretense that it was bearable.

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Find comfort in being around... Gramps is in the hospital, and I'm debating playing hooky and flying home... My uncle... It's not an easy year.
I send you hugs, and love, and candy. Be well. Life is better when you're around, so for his sake, I'm glad.
Hugs , kisses and love back. Can't send candy--- those are mine.:D
You're in my prayers, Annette.
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