Terri, San Jose

“My daughter was sent home to hospice on April 17, 2020. She lived in Oak Harbor, WA. My husband and I made the 16 hour car ride there and back twice. I was able to be with her and was holding her hand when she died on April 28, 2020. Because of COVID-19, many family members could not be with us. I had to post updates on Facebook. I posted my entire journey. I had to share heart wrenching moments on Facebook. The only hugs I got from other family members were virtual. You can’t even take comfort from the hospice workers. All you see are eyes and all you hear is a muffled voice telling you your loved one is fading. Those eyes looking at you as they explain what will happen over the next few days. They don’t hold back. That muffled voice telling you in graphic detail what to expect. COVID made everything surreal like what you would see in a nightmare. I’m still hoping I wake up.”

“Stop bitching about getting your nails done, needing a haircut, wanting a massage, and all the other bullshit first world stuff. Stop complaining about wearing a mask.”

Terri, 57
San Jose
5/3/20

 

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