I called my Aunt Jule yesterday and learned the sad news that my Uncle Bill (my Dad's younger brother) has taken a precipitous plunge into dementia. He is in the hospital awaiting an available nursing home bed. Aunt Jule is beside herself. They have been married for 63 years, soul mates in a life well lived, and, of course, that does not make the loss any easier.
Bill and Jule are the last of "the Great Generation" in my family. My Aunt Anne, another Alzheimer's sufferer, died last year. This is a strange coincidence (for lack of a better term) that I realized at Harvey's funeral last June--Mike's remaining "GG" relatives are his Uncle Bill, his Aunt Julie, and his Aunt Anne. I ponder the cosmic meaning of that.