I always thought my father would get and suffer with his chronic health issues. I never expected to lose him so quickly especially by him not being able to breathe. He left this planet on his terms with the people he loved next to him. As an infectious disease practitioner I personally was battling this virus from the beginning, attempting to keep patients safe. What a kick in the gut to not only lose my father but to watch him die in my hospital. I still ask “is this just a bad joke life has played on me?”

My father is on my shoulder all the time. He is always encouraging me and keeping me on track. I know he is so proud I still work at the hospital although it’s one of the most difficult processes I’ve endured.

I can still see him through the glass smiling and pointing at me. It’s a life-long joke meaning you’re in trouble. Miss you Pup. Your family is not the same since you left.