Getting ready for Dad's online memorial this afternoon. Ppl are sending me messages apologizing b/c they're getting over their second bout of covid.
-Just to be clear, after 2020 you never have to apologize to me about missing or being late for anything. ANYTHING. Take care of yourself.
-death certificates are backlogged by months b/c of the covid plague.
- an entire generation will know death as something that happens via zoom or facetime in sudden anguishing bursts.
- we are fortunate. Dad passed away in his own bed after a long period of time, surrounded by family, listening to Bob Marley and Ray Charles tracks from my iPad. It was not covid or the flu. There were no tubes or heart monitors. After a long time, he was just...released.
- the moment afterward, the lights went out in my bedroom. All of them. At the same time.
- we honor Dad against the backdrop of mass death that is on the scale of world war 2. So we mourn while realizing we are fortunate. We mourn while sending out compassion to others, and reflect on his life. Grateful. Thank you.
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