He's gone. He didn't make it the twelve days they thought. RIP Uncle Lewis, but I suppose you get to see Aunt Connie and Michael again in accordance with your religious beliefs. We'll all miss all of you, but you'll be together as a complete family again.
Uncle Lewis is being sent to hospice. Roughly twelve days left to live, they figure. His wife, my mom's sister, is the one that died when the pandemic was in the early days, my cousin, their son, followed... and now he's leaving us. An entire family gone in a few years time. I hate this.
Well shit. I made it through the entire pandemic up to this point. I've had two vaccines and a booster, I still wear a mask in crowds/stores (not that I go into crowds aside from stores to get groceries) and I just got back a test my doc made me take because I had a sinus infection (I thought) and here I am... positive for COVID-19. Delightful. Irate now.
I can't think today, but someone on here lives in or around Fountain Inn or thereabouts. It's bugging me that I can't remember who now. I think I'm getting old in the brain.