This morning I got a phone call from a Native American spiritual man who happens to be a good friend of mine. He learned that his brother is now in the ICU with covid-19 and almost certain to die from it. My friend wants almost more than anything to visit him in the hospital in Texas, but knows that they won’t let him do that – and in order to get there requires a long, and very dangerous trip from California for him, being an old man. This is his second lose, earlier this year a nephew died from the disease. I feel so sad for him. He is suffering that part of losing a dearly loved one where you go from totally balled up with tears and grief, then a short and welcome “smooth” time to get take a breath and get your feet under you, only to them be taken away with another bout of devastating grief. It is such a hard time, and he being a spiritual man is supposed to be there to help others through their troubled times. Now he can’t, and both he and his brother are all along. So sad. I love you bro – wish I could do more to help!