My Dad died two weeks ago. Thankfully not from covid, he never tested positive in spite of being in a facility with many cases. He had serious health issues, he bounced back so many times. He just couldn't this time.
I was able to visit him the day before he died, had to wear all kinds of protective gear and it was so strange in the middle of my sadness. I had preplanned his funeral a few months after losing my Mom, according to his wishes.
All was set until it was almost cancelled by covid, by a late day call the day before. A church staff member's wife had tested positive. Luckily they were able to find a replacement priest and music people from elsewhere in the state.
So f you 2020 again. I miss my Dad, but I am relieved that he'll never have to face the possibility of this damn virus again. He was a decorated US Army veteran who lived with the visible and invisible wounds of war. And he was a Republican who thought Trump was a fool and an idiot.