March 15, 2020: the first day we were all put on quarantine. I had fallen asleep on my parent’s couch. About 1 am I was awoken by beautiful music. I heard my dad walking around. He told me that he had been watching a Pavarotti concert, and was recording it on the DVR. He asked if I was ok, brought me a blanket, and a glass of water — just like when I was a kid. I jokingly told him I’m an adult, and could set myself up for bed. He told me “it’s my job being your dad.”

Four days later was the last time I saw my Dad, as he walked through the ER doors with a stranger. I relive that every day. Missing him.