My Uncle is out of his coma, but not out of the proverbial woods.  He's about to blink to communicate yes and no and sticks out his tongue when thirsty.  He can also move his head a little, but that's discouraged considering his injuries, so it's braced.  The doctors estimate a long road to recovery, at least 9 months, but they still have no idea what he'll be able to do at that time.

My Mom told me that when I was younger, he was my favorite relative in Germany.  I don't know how old I was, but he saw us off at the airport (back when you didn't need a ticket to get to the terminal gates - ah, the memories) and I was crying, reaching for him as we boarded the plane.  Apparenty, I didn't want to leave.

I still don't.