I’ve got a lifelong friend who is now living with his niece and husband because they had room for him and could take care of him while he dies.
They have hospice coming by 4 times a day. He spent his life drinking and doing dope. He quit six years ago when he watched his brother die a wretched, miserable, painful death but it was too little too late.
Of course no one can go see him because the ‘rona but I talked to him Monday and he’s made peace with his death.
Freaking sad. He turned 56 a few months back.
