He'll never be here again...

My uncle that is. His stepdaughter was telling my mom that he needs help with everything. He left the hospital to go in a rehab/nursing home facility on Saturday. He was told not to, but he got up to brush his teeth and fell in the bathroom and scraped his back. He's so stubborn. My mom called me at 10:15 last night all emotional. There's not really anything anyone can do for him. When the time comes, when we know for sure that all this is true (you always have hope for a miracle) then we will help clean out his house. Looks like if he is in there until the end (and his wife is in another place) that he will need the money from selling his house to pay for it. Mom said she could always count on him. But he is 83 yrs old and now her kids will have to help her.
Too bad he had to give up his woodcarving and painting-he was good! I have a few of his pieces. Pain is a wicked thing. It makes you lose interest in the enjoyable parts of life-even down to eating.
Wish him well, it's going to be hard for him.