He is not dead yet.

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For no particular reason, I called my mother this morning.  As we were talking, she told me an uncle went into the hospital... a bit ago... not in good shape.  He has three sons.  He was in too bad of shape for the local hospital, so they just shuffled him off to another.  His doc is just another medicare saw-bones type, wasn't all that good.  Though, at some point, there is little to be done?  Last she knew he was still alive.  He is 84 and has... more problems than I do?  Still, maybe... there is always hope.  Whatever that means sometimes.

The headache remains.  I suspect I had a super-burst of too many 'sights'.  I only caught two of them, but am sure there were four.  Hurt my brain.  Oh, and I think my mother was... angry.  Not just at her brother, as they got into it.  But at me.  While she wants to be a 'believer', in some things... she refuses to believe her son.  Or... whatever I am to her, at times.  I really don't care if she believes.  I don't need it.  She wants me to like a cousin to me, nephew to her, that no one likes.  That will not happen.  He is poison, and she damned well knows it.  She is... not... always to be trusted.

Anyway... now I know.  Or... that is probably that.  Whatevs.  Sure wish the headache would go away though.  Oh, as to the marriage thing?  I don't know.  I think I DID have the conversation, just not in person.  Perhaps she didn't even read here, but someone did and relayed it, roughly, to her?  Or maybe she did read.  I just... I think the message was delivered.  I just don't know... where that is going?  Something.  At least it's just, now, a minor headache.

Good morning, and day.