Emily was a dear friend in New Orleans who had once worked for my company there as the office manager.

When she got her first symptoms of Covid she told us she was scared. We encouraged her to go to the doctor immediately and to follow her advice.

Emily was following President Trump and suggested that his recommendation to use bleach injections to “cleanse the virus…” from her body was something she was considering. We told her that was a lie from the president and he had zero scientific support for that ridiculous idea. After her doctor ordered her to be admitted to the hospital she went against everyone’s advice except the.idiotic remedy recommended by the president of the United States Donald J. Trump.

Emily injected herself with 100% bleach and she was discovered the following morning unresponsive on the bathroom floor. She was alive but in a coma. She died that evening.

She was 38 years old. We miss her every day.

I affectionately called my Husband “Husband”. Husband died from Covid-19 November 3, 2020 after being in the hospital 11 days. The last thing we did together was early voting and had lunch at BJ’s at Hulen Mall. We would always go out to eat after Church on Sunday’s. He would always say, “Wife what are you going to eat today”? I miss him so much, and not a day goes by I don’t think of him. He was so smart, intelligent, and such a kind spirit. Husband loved me and loved his children,his family and his Church family. He loved all genre’s of music. We would laugh, talk, tease each other. I’m more playful and would play jokes on him and he would just shake his head. I miss him so much. I will close now and pray for each of you as you share your stories about your loved ones. May God bless you.🙏

My mom was a loving person and she loved to laugh. Above all she loved her family and the Lord. We shared many beliefs, some good laughs over our family and our misadventures, and enjoying “NCIS.”

Her last couple of years were in an assisted living facility. She suffered a stroke but she never lost her zeal for being joyful and our family. My dad had contracted Covid and he recovered. When my mom contracted it I made the arrogant presumption that she would recover. So while I was concerned I wasn’t worried. I kept in touch with her, but then one day … I couldn’t get in touch with her. For 3 days I tried calling her but no success. I finally got a hold of one of her nurses and she got me in touch with my mom. My mom’s voice was so weak and frail sounding. We spoke briefly … I got to say “I love you” and she said it too. She told me she was sorry and then she said she wanted to go home. She dropped the phone and that was the end of the conversation. This was 2 days before Christmas 2020.

Two days after Christmas … I got the call at 2:12 AM.

There are so many moments that my mom is no longer able to be part of. My son’s graduation, my wife celebrating her ordination anniversary, my beating cancer and other milestones.

Two things I miss the most … 1) Her hugs. They were like light and peace enveloping me. 2) Just her saying “I love you.”

I take comfort in that she is at peace with the Lord, and she is seeing my grandparents and my older brother. It just hurts though … it just hurts. I admit there is some anger for my arrogant presumption that she’d be fine, but that doesn’t change the fact that my mom is gone.

I am so sorry that I took you for granted. That you would always be there for a hug or a laugh that you would always be here physically. I was wrong and I am sorry. I am proud and grateful to be your son.

I miss you mom and I love you.

I lost my daughter Kaelie age 31 on Oct 29, 2021.
No parent should have to bury their child.
It was just like you saw on TV. I didn’t get to say goodbye. She died alone.
I still to this day cannot comprehend how scared she must of been.

She used to tell people her happiest memories were when we used to live on the cow farm. We were so poor then. And yet, those were her happiest memories.
Her name was KAELIE. She mattered. She contacted Covid in the hospital after being admitted for something else. What that hospital did to her, no one should endure, yet millions did.

She did not deserve this. I wish it was me and not her.
Always, you are my sunshine. I miss you so much butterfly.

For Mother’s Day, I am remembering Susan, who was my best friend’s (Valerie) mom. I adored her. She’d drive us home from school in her red Ford Falcon station wagon, and she sang along with the radio. Her favorite was The Mommas and the Poppas and her favorite song of theirs was “Monday, Monday,” — which she’d sing no matter what day it was.

Whenever I could not speak to my own mother about something, I’d talk to Susan. She was younger than the other moms and kind of looked down upon by them. Even as a small kid in 1971 I knew that was wrong.

When I heard she’d died of Covid, I was asked not to say she’d died of Covid because her husband didn’t want anyone knowing due to his politics. Well, now he’s dead too. And I feel like remembering Susan more publicly. I hope this is ok. I have changed her last name a bit but not mine. I am proud to remember her.

Monday, Monday indeed.