My mom's cousin died a week ago today. R.I.P. Chuck.

Cancer sucks. He was sick for less than a year, and the last month of it was in hospice. I probably I should have done more than I did for his family. I don't see much of them, though - maybe annually since I moved down to the DC area - so until near the end I was content to go on what I heard from my parents. I didn't make it to the memorial service, but I did make it up there in time to see him in the hospital, and I'm glad of that, at least. It wasn't easy, of course. He apparently aged from 60 to 80 since the last time I saw him, and couldn't get out of bed.