My brother died of covid almost two years ago to the day. April 13, 2020 to be exact. He contracted covid when he went to NYC on March 9th 2020 to see a specialist regarding his recent remission of bladder cancer. By March 11, 2020 he was already infected. He died a month later.
These past two years without him have been brutal for both myself and my sister. She and I are the only two remaining living members from our family. My SIL always promised she would hold a memorial service for my brother and now that it is almost safe to step back in to society, she is holding true to her promise.
My brother’s memorial will be held on Monday, April 4th and his ashes will be buried later that day. It will be a very sad and somber day. Truthfully, I am not looking forward to it because we’ve been in grief for the past two years. I’d like to say ‘goodbye’ to my brother, remember him always and just simply move on.
So, it’s back to Florida I go for another week. I’m not taking my laptop or iPad with me. Just my cell phone. I’ll try to post whatever I can to this blog through my iPhone but until I get back home, don’t expect too much from me.
My brother was 76 years old when he died. He was a doctor (eye surgeon) who thankfully retired at the age of 58. He and his wife traveled the world. Each year they went on an African safari. In other words, my brother lived very well, had a full active life and lived his life to the fullest. I’m very thankful for that. He leaves behind a wife, two sons, four grandchildren and two sisters who will miss him very, very much.