I was informed that my father’s aunt, my great aunt, passed away from COVID on December 30. She was admitted to the hospital on December 2nd, along with her husband. They were both residing in a continuing care facility and had been confined to their room in the facility since April.
Her husband is still in hospital.
My great aunt overcame both breast cancer and ovarian cancer in her lifetime and had been an otherwise healthy person for 20+ years. After having children she went to work as a paramedic and spent most of her life looking after others. She was a strong, confident, intelligent woman who always had a smile on her face and ALWAYS had peppermint cookies whenever we went to visit her. I’m pretty sure she had an endless supply.
Her and her husband moved into the continuing care facility in July of 2019. The last I visited them was in April of 2019, just three months before moving into the facility. They were excited they were accepted to be able to move into the facility and believed that being in the there was going to eliminate a lot of their worry about aging and taking care of themselves and one another.
She was elderly, yes. But she didn’t have to die. And I really hate people who make it seem like it’s okay that it’s fine that elderly people have lived long enough. She could’ve had years ahead of her, watching her grandkids grow up, giving them oodles of peppermint cookies in that time.
My father’s Uncle, my great Uncle, is still in hospital. The doctors and nurses have been using Ipads to regularly call his children, my father’s cousins, on FaceTime so that he can see familiar faces in hopes that it’ll help him fight and get through this. They haven’t been able to speak with him since the 30th, when he learned his wife had passed, though.
I am really hoping that he pulls through this. He’s a very strong man. His story shouldn’t have to end because of COVID.