He's dying. At least I think he is. He's my uncle and he's 90 years old. I'm getting ahead of myself, let me back up a bit. My aunt and uncle live in Baltimore. They've always lived there. In fact, I think they built Baltimore around them they've been there so long. They met in Europe after WWII. He was backpacking around with some buddies after he was discharged and she was travelling with her sister. She lived in New York and he in Baltimore. After they got back home, she moved to Baltimore to be a teacher and he worked as a salesman. Fast forward a few decades and I arrive in Baltimore as a college freshman. They looked after me while I was there. I had a home cooked meal from time to time, a place to do laundry and a quiet place to study during finals. I kept in touch with them after that and as they got older I was the one looking after them. They've moved into a nursing home now and he's been declining for a while. He's become v...