Mom had problem with lungs, heart, diabetes, asthma, she was also smoking 2 packs of cigarettes per day, she was heavily depressed. She was like that for for years and in the last few years doctors had to come to our house to give her injections often, in the end her body gave up and she died in the hospital.
My brother was 37yo fairly healthy, he was fat but he was walking every day, he didnt had health problems. Last year we got covid, it hit us hard, me, my brother and father were bedridden. My brother and father went to the hospital, i didnt because i hate hospitals with passion, the death atmosphere and the putrid smell, it makes me sick and its unbearable for me. He was there 7 days on oxigen, his condition improved, he started talking to us over phone, they were keeping him there for few more days just in case. One morning nurse called us on the phone and said he died. Thats it, just like that he is gone. They said some blood clot moved and went straight into the heart and made massive heart attack.
All that he left behind is his dog and his guitar, im taking good care of his dog, its the least i can do for my brother and for the poor animal.
