This is my Uncle Bill. In fact, this is everyone's Uncle Bill. Everyone who knows him call's him Uncle Bill.  I have been lucky enough to spend more than my fair share of time with him.   He probably has the biggest heart of anyone I know. He has a firm handshake and gives hugs that won't quit. He puddles up pretty regularly and is quick to tell you how much you mean to him.  He is the embodiment of love. Uncle Bill likes his martinis dirty his dessert aplenty.  Uncle bill is a golfer and a gardener. He is a pilot and a story teller.  He is what we should all aspire to be. He is 91 and has a heart of gold.

About a month ago, my world crumbled.  I received a phone call that Uncle Bill had an accident.  I had no idea what happened but I knew I had to get to the hospital.  As it turned out, Uncle Bill had passed out while mowing the lawn.  When I arrived at the hospital I was so relieved to see his face.  He was ok... but he needed surgery.  At 91 years old he went into surgery for a valve replacement and bypass. So I did the logical thing and moved in.  My mom, dad, my husband and myself our two cats and my parents dog all moved in to Uncle Bill's house.  I worked from his house and we all went to the hospital every day until after his surgery.  The day he went through his surgery was nerve wracking, but he made it through just fine. It has been about a month since all of this started and this last week was his first week back home.  He went from being bed ridden to walking with a walker. Now he is walking with just a cain and most of the time he just carries it.  He is drinking his martinis again.  Our Uncle Bill is going to be fine.  The doctor says his new heart should last him another 15 years.  His heart is working and I can breathe again.