I recently posted my thoughts on my Dad’s death from COVID-19. I had to sit down and write something about it, because writing is my main cathartic outlet–a means by which I process my feelings and sort them out.
My objectives were twofold: Put a human face on this crisis to jolt people out of their collective complacency, and to tell everyone how proud I am of my dad.
With over 50,000 views just today, along with shares from news outlets, I feel that both my objectives have been met. I don’t want you–whoever you are, out there–to have to go through this. I would wish this upon no one. I wish it didn’t exist, but it does, and human beings are equipped with a sense of fear for a reason. Don’t panic, but maintain a healthy sense of fear. It could save your life, or the lives of people you love!
The outpouring of support in the comments–especially the ones made by my Dad’s church family, who were all very dear to him–makes me feel good. It makes me feel like his death is not overshadowed by current events. He meant a lot to a great many people, and they’ve let me know this. It is much appreciated.