"While there's life, there's hope."

There does not seem like there is a lot of hoping going around. On tuesday I found out my uncle is dying in the hospital in vancouver. He tried so hard to separate himself from his family. But the bottom line is I still have memories, I still know that no matter what he is my uncle, I still know I love him. Two other ppl I know died this week in town. I may not have known them well, but it is a small town, I know them or their significant others, I feel their pain. I was at the gas station picking up a tin this evening, the guy leaving looked down and out, and when I left I asked if he wanted a ride as he was wearing only his pajamas. He told me no thx, that he had just found out 5 minutes ago that his brother had died, and that he was just going to wonder around town in his pajama's till his cleared. After leaving, I turned around, and drove around looking for him, just so that we could talk, have a chew together, empathize together. But even though it was foggy and hard to see, he had literally disappeared.