Over the weekend, I made a trip to Canada with my mother to visit some family. One of my uncles is my mom’s half brother, (so he is ridiculously older than my mom) and is 79 years old. I hadn’t seen him for years and I heard he had recently got surgery and is now in a retirement home.

When I entered the retirement home I was almost in shock. I won’t go into too much details but overall, I was hit hard with truth and reality. My uncle recently had surgery because of his bad habit of smoking; the surgery has caused him to lose his voice as well as having jerky movements to his right hand/foot. His left side is still strong and he is fully aware of everything, but I can tell that he is frustrated, especially because he couldn’t speak. Just a few months prior to this, I was told that he was walking/talking just fine, so seeing this was quite frightening to me. Next week he will be returning to China, where he will stay with his family and get treatments like acupuncture done, so I’m glad I got to see him.

He cried several times because we came to visit. Reality is too hard to take in sometimes. The idea of getting older or having bad habits catch up is scary. It really makes you appreciate life.

On a happier note though, the trip wasn’t all like this though, because I also got to hang out with my cousins, eat out and it also happened to be my aunts birthday.

Make every minute count.


One thought on “Reality

  1. aw well i wish your uncle the very best! and its good that you got to go see him and all your cousins. even though you didnt get to go to the tulip festival with us. THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE PASTRIES!! YUMYUM!!

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