He was sick for about a week and a half. He rallied briefly, but fell ill again, and got worse until his body finally gave up.
My uncle strongly resembled Santa Claus, and even portrayed him a few times. He had white hair and beard, and a kind, friendly face. He was a kind, compassionate, genial man who was well liked and loved by everyone he met; I don’t think there’s one person who didn’t like him.
Due to the virus, there won’t be a funeral or any sort of memorial at this time. I can’t even be there with my family, as they are in Arizona and I’m in Oregon. They even told me that it was too dangerous to travel there.
I don’t know how to express what I’m feeling. It’s been an emotional roller coaster. I’m heartbroken that he’s gone, relieved that his suffering is over, and my mind and heart are just…
Folks, please, please take all precautions. This virus does horrible things to a person, absolutely destroys them. Wear masks, stay six feet from others, wash up frequently. Stay safe.