Thank you for writing this. I lost my brother, my last close relative, on March 31,2020 We thought he'd be coming home, too--it looked like he was going to get the liver transplant he needed, after having a hard time getting him on the transplant list. He had one shot at it--they cancelled the surgery at the last minute, saying "this liver isn't a good fit." But don't worry, another will come along, soon. It didn't. The Covid-19 virus made donor organs scarce in the next days, and my brother was only OK enough to be on the transplant list for about another week. We couldn't see him past March 17th...he was still on the list, and we were so hopeful the last time me and his girlfriend saw him. He also first got really bad sick in August, 2015. He had to go in the hospital more than once, and he also always came home. I didn't think this would be any different, either. Like you said, his being in a "better place" meant coming to back our home, not to Heaven--well, at least those were my plans. People tell me God saw things differently, and took Jordan to His home, instead. I really, really wanted to help Jordan recover from that transplant surgery. Jordan looked out for me over the years because of my health problems (bad thyroid trouble that doesn't respond well to the medicines), but I knew I could help him recover, with his girlfriend's help. We didn't get that chance. It is really hard without him, because I don't have enough support. Jordan's girlfriend is not supportive with me like Jordan and our mom was--I'm in the Grief Share group online and on here, and talking to a counselor here and there....but it's not the same as having your "best person" around. It helped me a little to read what you wrote. Thanks.