This one...this one is going to be HARD. So remember last week I was diagnosed with Strep for the 2nd time ever in my life. I have a history of rheumatic fever and was told by doctors if I even got strep again my heart damage would be worse than the 1st time. Obviously, I was on edge while balancing 2 sick kids as well. Cardiologist wants me in for an echo in 4wks to check my heart.
As if I thought my Wednesday was bad enough... my Thursday came and punched me in the guts! Around 10am on Thursday I got a call from my mother who was in tears. My Grandfather had passed away. My Grandfather was diagnosed with COVID a couple days after Christmas. He was sent by ambulance to the Little Company of Mary Hospital. 6 weeks he was there. We had gotten the ok to finally have him moved across the street to continue Physical Therapy and Oxygen. Wednesday evening he was moved back to ICU. He went into cardiac arrest. My Grandfather spent his last birthday ALONE, the last 6 weeks of his life ALONE. NO visitors. Before COVID he planned to move to Florida to be closer to all of us and watch his Great Grandbabies grow up. COVID stole that from us.
As if losing a loved one isn't hard enough...California is so far behind due to COVID deaths that its taking the mortuaries a couple months to process bodies. Some are turning people away. They have 2 or 3 makeshift morgues because of this. My Grandfather is being cremated. Tulip Creamtory told us about 4 weeks for them to complete the entire process. Losing a loved one is beyond words and pain. But having to hunt someone down to lay our love ones to rest... that's HARD!
So in 4 weeks I now have to load my family of 4 in an airplane for basically a reunion without HIM. Without that sarcastic, jokester of a man. Because of laws in place I now also have to train my 2yr old to keep a mask on for 5 hrs or we can't go. Nothing about this is easy. And it's not over.
My heart, soul, thoughts, my everything goes out to people who not only lose a loved one to COVID, but to people who have to wait a month or more to put them to rest.
RIP GRANDFATHER gone but not forgotten.