Lord have mercy

Into every life a time of tragedy and great suffering must fall. Everybody has a lonesome valley to walk through. My Uncle Junior and my mother may be about to walk into that valley. She noticed in their last conversation that he did not remember telling her something that he told her the day before and she says that he was "talking crazy," this morning on the phone. Junior's son called her a few days ago to tell her that Junior looked thin when Junior Jr. visited and there seemed to be signs of cognitive decline. Junior Jr. is going to take Uncle Junior into his home. My mother is the bravest person I've ever known but I can tell that she's afraid now. My Uncle Sonny Boy's dementia and death is still fresh in both our minds.