Got the news late last night that my 90 year old uncle passed away in the nursing home in quarantine, on a ventilator, from COVID. I had a feeling all week he was declining. The nurses stopped giving me information a few days ago. I was never added to the call list. Another issue I have been dealing with.
I have called all week, held for up to 30 minutes each time, waiting on updates about his condition. Something told me to keep calling. So I did. Finally at 11:00 pm last night I got a nurse to tell me he had passed just 10 minutes before I called.
I stayed out on my deck last night until after midnight staring at the full moon. A few clouds. Then it was like all of a sudden, the clouds left and I could see the bright moon shining. I snapped this photo with my phone.
Not as good as what I witnessed but it was very peaceful and comforting. He is at peace now.
Never take those around you for granted, right?