He's my only direct relative. He's 83 and off to France till spring with his wife. Just came over tonight to say goodbye. Of course I'm thrilled he's still healthy enough to play tennis and walk, work a bit etc. Can still hold a decent conversation about Mussolini/philosophy?benefits of Latin at school. Am happy he's re-married after mum had cancer for many many years and he's living a full and happy life. But this time was the first time I cried (after he left of course!) - just seems such a long time at his age. I don't remember it making me this sad before.