if you can.Don't call, go there.
I had a similar situation thirty-seven years ago with an uncle who did for me many of the things Don did for you in your upbringing.
On almost an impulse, I drove from Cleveland to Baltimore to see him rather than call, and found him in a bad way - in a wheelchair, tubes all over the place, his formerly athletic frame skinny and wracked with pain. We had a talk, just him and I alone in his hospital room; he told me of his disease, the treatments and his grim prognosis. The conversation slid into fishing trips we shared, family events we shared, funny stories. Then he coughed, and coughed and coughed. I could see he was worn out, and I rose to take my leave, and he somehow wheeled his chair out to the doorway and grabbed my hand, looking at me and saying "Thanks, we had some good times, didn't we?" His big hand was hot and very dry. I can still feel his hand and see his bright blue eyes shining out of that gaunt face, then his right hand waving bye-bye as I turned and walked away.
I'm so glad I did that. I realized later that it was him who reached out and comforted me, not the other way around.
As others above have said, see if you can go see him, the sooner the better.
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