Yup.
You may remember my uncle from such threads in the vein of...
"My uncle married a gold digger"
"My uncle's Z06"
"How to get videos to my uncle"
"What car magazines to get to my uncle"
He was a bedridden sitting target in a nursing home.
I've watched the rona cross the globe just to beat a path to his door. Just got the call from his new "wife" 1/2 his age.
I'm not feeling too optimistic. I'm more feeling helpless. I'd go don my PPE and see him right now, but I know his hospital won't allow it. So he will die alone (probably). I wish I could be there.
He's a curmudgeon from hell. It would suck (and be fitting at the same time) if my last conversation was along these lines...
Me:"Hey, how you doing?"
Him:"I'm eating... can't talk right now"
Call your loved ones folks!