This year has been a roller coaster but 4th of July weekend was a damn sh*t show. If you have read some of my earlier posts, you know several of my family members had COVID-19. I also shared that one of my uncles was in the hospital because of it. His progress in the hospital was up and down but it seemed to reach a turning point for the better at the end of May.
After weeks of fighting and finally getting rid of the virus, he was moved to Rehab. We thought for sure it would be a long road to recovery but that he would make it out. My sister and I even talked about how we would get balloons and have a mini party.
Sadly, on July 3rd, God called him.
I literally barely have words to say or write. I thought that almost 2 weeks later I would be able to get through this post without crying. But here I am shedding tears, still replaying in my head the past months and trying to figure out what went wrong.
My uncle was the head of our family tree and one of the reasons my whole family even made it to America. The depth of sadness I feel is indescribable. He was a respected man, hard worker, loving husband and father, and more recently a super softy grandpa.
I know wherever he is, it has to be better than the current world we are living in. I know he will continue to watch over us.
Time heals all but this one might take just a little longer.
RIP Tio Victor “Tito” Lindo! You will forever be in my heart.
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