I just received a call from my Uncle Horace, who is 98 years old and will be 99 on May 3rd. On March 6, he had a knee replaced. Today he told me that he is now scheduled to have the second knee replaced on May 22.
Prior to his operation he drove to his farm, which is about 20 some miles from where he lives, every day that he could. The only thing that kept him from going was if there was ice or snow on the road.
I told him today, I bet he was ready to get back in his pickup. He said he was more than ready. He said he would crawl into it, if he had to.
He had a colonoscopy a month ago and the doctor said all was fine and to come back in 3 years.
Today he was telling me some things that were going on in the area that he had just read in the newspaper.
I never talk to him but what I am amazed and inspired. He has filled the role of my father figure since my dad died a day before my 12th birthday.
He told me he had just finished his morning therapy and before he went to the bathroom, he thought he would call me.
I told him I wasn’t sure that my name coming to mind when he was needing to go to the bathroom was a good thing. He laughed.