“I lost my dad at the age of 90 from a long-time illness. Upon returning home from his memorial service, I lost my brother unexpectedly. We expected my father to pass, and I was with him just prior to his death. My brother’s passing was a shock. Initially, I just went about the business of taking care of his body, funeral affairs, and business affairs. I just felt numb. My sister was very shook up so I had to stay strong and reassuring.

Once everything was done, it really hit me. [My brother] had been homeless for sometime until a couple of years before his death. I can no longer look at a homeless person without seeing him. I grieve for him and them. There is a homeless tent city that I drive by a couple of times a week. Now, I always try to give them some money if I have any.”

~Jay