For my beloved brother
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Merciful Lord, I am weak but you are strong. I am burdened with grief; my heart is heavy, my spirit is crushed. Be my strength in times of weakness, Be my shelter from the storm.
It is with most regret that I announce the death of my brother Ong Vang.
On Halloween morning I went to my parents home to check on everyone who had been suffering from Covid-19.
My father had fainted earlier in the morning and I decided to take both my parents to be seen. I went downstairs to see my brother and his family before leaving. I wanted to make sure they had food & meds. My last words to my brother were, " Brother Ong, ( I always call him Brother Ong - it was our norm ) How are you feeling today?" He looked up at me while hunched over and coughing and replied, " Muam Ntxawm, I feel terrible." I brought him some Mucinex, Tylenol & Aleve and told him to take some meds and get rest. He had not slept well in a few days and was exhausted. I said I would see him when I got back from the hospital.
My parents were admitted into the Covid Unit that night. I stayed with my parents until the following evening when I came home to change. At 11pm, I received a call from his son that my brother was gone. He had gone to check on his dad but his dad was cold and not moving. My heart instantly dropped & I rushed to the house to find my dear brother laying on the floor. Lifeless. Cold. He had been on the couch sleeping, no one heard his cries. No one knew he was gone for hours. We don't know if he suffered before he left.
My brother was handicapped. His right arm and leg doesn't move like everyone else's. My heart aches like hell.
Needless to say there is tremendous despair and pain in our family at this time. In the midst of trying to save my parents, I lost my brother. I didn't think it would end up like this. At no point did I think my brother would be the one to lose his life. All the while both my parents remained in the hospital. We decided not to tell our parents until they were discharged from the hospital so they could recover. I saw my parents everyday battling Covid, I didn't have the heart to tell them. And everyday my mother asked me to make sure that Ong was drinking his tea that she had made for him before leaving to the hospital. Everyday I lied to her and said I did. Eventually after discharge we told our parents. My parents are still battling Covid. They lost their son, and yet as if it wasn't enough, they are fighting for their lives. My brother was 52 years old. His birthday was Nov. 7. This is the 6th child my parents have buried. There are only 3 left. He leaves behind his wife, 2 sons Chaki and Chiloo and his daughter Pash, along with 2 beautiful grand daughters. His mother, 85 yrs old, father 95 yrs old, sister Christine and brothers Paul & Chiaxah.
I am humbly asking those who can donate, to donate towards my brother's funeral and to his wife and the life that she has to live without him. She suffered a stroke 3 years ago and has never been the same. Lub neej txom nyem ces zoo li no. We miss him so much. I no longer hear my brothers keys jingling when I walk into their home. I no longer have a brother to send a plate of food to when I cook food. Mob kuv lub siab kawg nkaus. Mob nws cov menyuam lub siab. Mob kuv niam thiab kuv txiv lub siab.
The money donated will go to his wife and will be used to help her in the many struggles she has ahead.
Thank you everyone for sharing. For helping me love my brother. For helping me love my parents. With the uprise in Covid, please check on your loved ones. Please!!! They need you. You could save their life. Please stay safe. For yourselves and for those you love and who love you.
It is with most regret that I announce the death of my brother Ong Vang.
On Halloween morning I went to my parents home to check on everyone who had been suffering from Covid-19.
My father had fainted earlier in the morning and I decided to take both my parents to be seen. I went downstairs to see my brother and his family before leaving. I wanted to make sure they had food & meds. My last words to my brother were, " Brother Ong, ( I always call him Brother Ong - it was our norm ) How are you feeling today?" He looked up at me while hunched over and coughing and replied, " Muam Ntxawm, I feel terrible." I brought him some Mucinex, Tylenol & Aleve and told him to take some meds and get rest. He had not slept well in a few days and was exhausted. I said I would see him when I got back from the hospital.
My parents were admitted into the Covid Unit that night. I stayed with my parents until the following evening when I came home to change. At 11pm, I received a call from his son that my brother was gone. He had gone to check on his dad but his dad was cold and not moving. My heart instantly dropped & I rushed to the house to find my dear brother laying on the floor. Lifeless. Cold. He had been on the couch sleeping, no one heard his cries. No one knew he was gone for hours. We don't know if he suffered before he left.
My brother was handicapped. His right arm and leg doesn't move like everyone else's. My heart aches like hell.
Needless to say there is tremendous despair and pain in our family at this time. In the midst of trying to save my parents, I lost my brother. I didn't think it would end up like this. At no point did I think my brother would be the one to lose his life. All the while both my parents remained in the hospital. We decided not to tell our parents until they were discharged from the hospital so they could recover. I saw my parents everyday battling Covid, I didn't have the heart to tell them. And everyday my mother asked me to make sure that Ong was drinking his tea that she had made for him before leaving to the hospital. Everyday I lied to her and said I did. Eventually after discharge we told our parents. My parents are still battling Covid. They lost their son, and yet as if it wasn't enough, they are fighting for their lives. My brother was 52 years old. His birthday was Nov. 7. This is the 6th child my parents have buried. There are only 3 left. He leaves behind his wife, 2 sons Chaki and Chiloo and his daughter Pash, along with 2 beautiful grand daughters. His mother, 85 yrs old, father 95 yrs old, sister Christine and brothers Paul & Chiaxah.
I am humbly asking those who can donate, to donate towards my brother's funeral and to his wife and the life that she has to live without him. She suffered a stroke 3 years ago and has never been the same. Lub neej txom nyem ces zoo li no. We miss him so much. I no longer hear my brothers keys jingling when I walk into their home. I no longer have a brother to send a plate of food to when I cook food. Mob kuv lub siab kawg nkaus. Mob nws cov menyuam lub siab. Mob kuv niam thiab kuv txiv lub siab.
The money donated will go to his wife and will be used to help her in the many struggles she has ahead.
Thank you everyone for sharing. For helping me love my brother. For helping me love my parents. With the uprise in Covid, please check on your loved ones. Please!!! They need you. You could save their life. Please stay safe. For yourselves and for those you love and who love you.
Organizer
Yer Vang
Organizer
Oshkosh, WI