It's very therapeutic to release this type of thing into the abyss that is the internet... I hope others struggling with loss from COVID 19 can share their stories in this thread.
My Uncle was healthy 10 days ago. I know because I was sent a video of him being sung happy birthday by my aunt (his sister). She broke isolation for him and im so happy we were able to capture him happy one last time. He was wearing the sweater my mom had bought him for his birthday.
Immediately after he developed issues. Severe back pain, an extreme flu, difficulty breathing. Days passed and since he was showing all the symptoms another uncle of mine took him to the hospital. When they got there he was told he needs authorization from a primary care provider, and without it they forced him to leave.
The issue is that my uncle was an undocumented immigrant, no primary doctor, no health insurance. He's been here for 3 decades, working, paying taxes, going to church. All just to die because people voted for him to suffer since he broke the law to escape a third world country.
His only option was to stay home and do whatever he can to treat himself. His brother would check on him daily periodically. One day to the next, he was found on the floor wrapped in blankets, declared dead on arrival.
Im just so fucking angry and sad over this. The community i'm a part of keeps close contact with each other, so before I could even cope with this, i'm being sent videos of my uncle being put into an ambulance by EMT's wearing hazmat suits.The people sharing this were unaware that it was him, but it hit me so hard how fucked up this is.
Now my family has to wait to hear who needs to be tested from exposure. Due to distancing and isolation, a funeral is not realistic so he's going to be cremated. Once the virus is behind us, we're going to throw a big party to celebrate him. He was a professional musician, knew many instruments. A great father, a happy and contagiously energetic person.
I love you Zeba, rest in peace šš
My Uncle was healthy 10 days ago. I know because I was sent a video of him being sung happy birthday by my aunt (his sister). She broke isolation for him and im so happy we were able to capture him happy one last time. He was wearing the sweater my mom had bought him for his birthday.
Immediately after he developed issues. Severe back pain, an extreme flu, difficulty breathing. Days passed and since he was showing all the symptoms another uncle of mine took him to the hospital. When they got there he was told he needs authorization from a primary care provider, and without it they forced him to leave.
The issue is that my uncle was an undocumented immigrant, no primary doctor, no health insurance. He's been here for 3 decades, working, paying taxes, going to church. All just to die because people voted for him to suffer since he broke the law to escape a third world country.
His only option was to stay home and do whatever he can to treat himself. His brother would check on him daily periodically. One day to the next, he was found on the floor wrapped in blankets, declared dead on arrival.
Im just so fucking angry and sad over this. The community i'm a part of keeps close contact with each other, so before I could even cope with this, i'm being sent videos of my uncle being put into an ambulance by EMT's wearing hazmat suits.The people sharing this were unaware that it was him, but it hit me so hard how fucked up this is.
Now my family has to wait to hear who needs to be tested from exposure. Due to distancing and isolation, a funeral is not realistic so he's going to be cremated. Once the virus is behind us, we're going to throw a big party to celebrate him. He was a professional musician, knew many instruments. A great father, a happy and contagiously energetic person.
I love you Zeba, rest in peace šš
