Prayers Please?

I’m writing this Saturday evening and would like to ask for prayers for my big brother Roger.  He is not doing well at all and he isn’t expected to make it through the night.   Yesterday he was up in a chair eating breakfast.  This COVID-19 is terrible.  It kills so fast.  Please don’t think it’s nothing serious or a made up virus.

His nurse face-timed with me awhile ago so I could talk to him and say good-bye.  He is non-responsive and was gasping for air.  It’s a terrible, terrible thing.  The nurse is a saint.  She looked dreadful.  I told her I would pray for her too and she started crying.  She said this is the hardest thing she’s ever done and that she hates this disease with everything in her.  She said it’s so hard to have no families to hold their loved ones hand so she tries to be there until the end.  I can’t even imagine.

Here are the four of us years ago.  I believe it was around 1964.  Roger is the sailor boy, Lynn on the right.  Front row is Melanie on the left and I’m the baby.  My Mom made Melanie’s and my coats out of Pendleton wool scraps from the throwaway bin.  (My Dad and Mom both worked at and retired from Pendleton Woolen Mills.)

  
This was last year.  From left to right, Lynn, Me, Melanie, Roger.

I appreciate any prayers and love more than you know.  They mean a lot and thank you all.

Blessings,

Betsy