I had met someone at dialysis sometime in October 2019 when she had come in one morning and was sitting in the same pod. We became close, and she began bringing me snacks. In the past few months, I noticed a slight change in her that scared me. She still brought me snacks every visit, but we didn’t talk a lot like we used to. We still said hello and goodbye, and see you Thursday. Now, that is not going to happen anymore. I was told she passed away last night. I spoke to her husband, and he said that she had a brain aneurysm.