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Covid Stole My Brother
I would give anything to have him back
First off, I am not here to throw shade at non vaccinated people. I am a firm believer in “live and let live”. I also feel that we all should have our own freedom of choice. I had to vaccinate for my job, and so that I could try and feel less scared to live in such a twisted world.
My brother wasn’t so fortunate, and I want to share his story. It may change your mind about vaccinating, or perhaps it won’t. I simply feel that his message, that he left behind, is a valuable one for all of us.
“Grief is like the ocean; it comes in waves, ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.”-Uma Girish
When Covid Crept In
On Tuesday, September 28, I spoke to my brother David on the phone. He sounded tired and raspy, and I assumed it was because it was still morning. He told me that he had come home Sunday after work, parked his truck and went to bed. I asked him what was happening?
