We just got a call from the hospital; somehow his sister managed to get out of bed and she fell and hit her head and died. At this point that's all we know.
We just saw her yesterday, and it was a good visit, she was fairly alert and we were joking around, it was all good.
She was going to be released to a nursing home where she would have been kept behind locked doors; Mr. K was convinced that was going to be the death of her. Maybe the universe had other plans.
She was a lovely woman who used to walk her baby brother to school and tuck him in at night; he's going to miss her a lot.