Time Marches On

My Mom got a call from my uncle's best friend today. Jim went into a nursing home today, and he won't be coming home; he has been declared unable to live without assistance. His friends are going to keep his dog, because the dog is already elderly; they're going to start cleaning out his house tomorrow. My mother is very upset and depressed over this. I guess because he's only two years older than she is, she's getting a good look at where she'll be soon. Not much fun here this evening.