My elder neighbor died two hours ago. He had a backup generator for his oxygen tank, but they were as cold as we were for several days.

This man was a disabled Vietnam veteran. He bought the house with his GI money because as a teenager, he and his then girlfriend (to become his wife) would walk by it and dream of living there. This town has been racially segregated for over a century and

Mexican-Americans were not welcome in this part of town.

This is a multi-generational family compound, and they’ve lost their head of household.

They’ve survived the pandemic this long together, to be failed by Texas in every way.

Stories like this will continue to unfold