08/27/2026
Today is my dad’s Angelversary. He died five years ago this evening with me by his side playing classical music on my iPad, reminding him how loved he is, promising that I would take care of my mom - his Sally, and that it was ok for him to go even though he would be missed. This was not a “typical” 92 year old man’s dying of old age. My father had Covid and it was that virus that he was dying from. My lying beside him, holding him, and loving on him was done with me being in full PPE (and I mean full on PPE). My father lived a long life, a happy life. He was a wonderful father to me and husband to my mom. She called him Mr. Wonderful. I always knew he would die one day (duh!). It was the Covid death that weighed on me. I think most people whose loved ones died from Covid struggled with it during the pandemic. I blamed myself (as those who are grieving sometimes do) and I questioned so much over these first few months. The truth is, I could not protect this amazing dad who had been diagnosed with Parkinson’s just a few months earlier, had congestive heart failure, and was 92 1/2 years old. Did I mention my mom had Covid, as well? That was fun……Five years tonight. I am in a great place. I miss him. I talk to him everyday (as i do my late husband and my mom). How lucky was I to have had my dad until I was 61 years old?!? I know far too many, because of the work I do, who didn’t get that chance. Yes, I still get to grieve but this grief is beautiful and soft.
I could do a whole other post on the grief of doing all the administrative jobs following a Covid death (any death, actually). Maybe I will.
Hope you and mom are having a great time together, daddio. ❤️❤️