It’s been six months since I wrote here, and I just re-read that last entry. I recall saying I was staying in and avoiding people so that I could safely see my parents; that if my father caught Covid-19, it would kill him.
On December 6th, it did.
One of his home health nurses brought it in, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving (though no one told us until the following week). And although I did go to Thanksgiving dinner at my parents’ house, I wore my mask except when eating. Little did we know that both Dad and Mom were already infected. My middle sister also caught it, but she had stayed at their house through the weekend. I, along with my husband and two of our daughters, were spared.