Covid and the loss of a grandfather
“Please help me!” I begged, “I can’t move him by myself and he is falling over, he is too heavy.” The nurse in the blue dress just looked at me wide eyed. “Please!!!” I begged again, “He’s having trouble breathing and I can’t push him back into a sitting position without help. Are you a Nurse? Can you help me?” She continued to stare at me in surprise. I was incredulous. Here I was in a Nursing home, December of 2020, and the nurse was staring at me in shock, like she was surprised I could see her. I figured she was new, especially since she wasn’t wearing the traditional scrubs and hazmat suits I had seen on everyone else in the COVID ward. She had on blue but she was wearing a modest gown tied at the waist and no other protective gear. My grandmother, Aunt and I were only sanctioned to be here because this was to be our good bye to my grandfather who had contracted COVID while in lockdown at this institution. “Please,” I begged again, “get someone who can help me.” M...