My Dad died at the end of March, 2020. He was 71, he had a heart condition. He was terrified of Covid-19 and wouldn’t go to the hospital when he fell ill with a “bad flu” and vomited for days. He died in a pool of his own blood, in bed. His partner found him in the morning.
We will never know if he had Covid as the medical examiner and h…
My Dad died at the end of March, 2020. He was 71, he had a heart condition. He was terrified of Covid-19 and wouldn’t go to the hospital when he fell ill with a “bad flu” and vomited for days. He died in a pool of his own blood, in bed. His partner found him in the morning.
We will never know if he had Covid as the medical examiner and his own doctor felt an autopsy wasn’t needed due to his underlying heart condition. There was little to no testing in his city. His state is just beginning to ask its citizens to wear masks, a year later.
We had no funeral. I live one state away and have only seen my remaining family - my mom and sibling - for a totally of one day in the last year as we try to keep Mom safe. I am isolated. I am grieving. I consider our family a casualty of Covid, whether Dad had it or not. It has inflamed my grief and interrupting what few mourning rituals allowed to us in this culture.
It’s so painful to me to see people denying this pandemic, vacationing in Cancun, eating out every week. I despair of ever feeling at peace again.
Thank you, Steady Team and Mr. Rather, for your compassion and the space to share my story.
My Dad died at the end of March, 2020. He was 71, he had a heart condition. He was terrified of Covid-19 and wouldn’t go to the hospital when he fell ill with a “bad flu” and vomited for days. He died in a pool of his own blood, in bed. His partner found him in the morning.
We will never know if he had Covid as the medical examiner and his own doctor felt an autopsy wasn’t needed due to his underlying heart condition. There was little to no testing in his city. His state is just beginning to ask its citizens to wear masks, a year later.
We had no funeral. I live one state away and have only seen my remaining family - my mom and sibling - for a totally of one day in the last year as we try to keep Mom safe. I am isolated. I am grieving. I consider our family a casualty of Covid, whether Dad had it or not. It has inflamed my grief and interrupting what few mourning rituals allowed to us in this culture.
It’s so painful to me to see people denying this pandemic, vacationing in Cancun, eating out every week. I despair of ever feeling at peace again.
Thank you, Steady Team and Mr. Rather, for your compassion and the space to share my story.
I am so sorry for your loss.
I am so sorry for your loss.