My brother-in-law, Glenn, succumbed to the corona virus this past week.
As well as emotional makeups, Glenn being the calmer one with a more patient demeanor.
Glenn and I became closer friends after Errol died. He helped me fix up my home here. He painted my house, took his time and made it beautiful. A paint job that will last a very long time. Glenn built a roof over a part of my patio, fixed many things, and monitored workers that came to install my floors and windows.
Making sure I wouldn't be taken advantage of.
Since the pandemic began, I haven't seen much of Glenn, but it felt safe to know that he was here, living in our town and would be there for me if I needed him.
We talked on the phone, not often, just checking in.
It's very difficult to know that we will never do that again. That I will never see him again.
Dearest Glenn, you were such a good man, calm, considerate, and patient.
I love you, you were the brother I no longer had, and I will miss you so very much.
My thoughts are with my sister-in-law and their grownup children.
