Hello friends. On December 25, my brother, in California, was diagnosed with Covid. He was 66 years old, in poor health, and mentally ill. They sent him home the next morning. On New Year's Eve, he passed away. (The cause of death was listed as bronchial pneumonia and emphysema.)
My sister had been keeping her basement apartment open, hoping that he would come back to Virginia and live with her. However, he did not want to make any changes, although he wanted his life to be different.
I had prayed that he would have a life of every beautiful thing, which he had missed most of his life, from his first accident as a young boy, and from his time living on the street. I can only pray that he will have it all one day, as he gets another turn around.