Day 577 of the Pandemic

 Time flies so fast. I don't know how it got to be October when it feels like my father just passed away. In reality it has been two and a half months since he did, and a month since we laid him to rest in the Gulf of Mexico. Yet that feels like it was last week and I still expect him to get back from his trip anytime. Reality is just not real anymore. It is no more real than anything else I read on the internet or see on T.V. 

The Covid talk at work drives me crazy. There are numerous people that have had it and they must have earned a PHD in Covid while they were home for the two weeks. They all seem to be experts. At times now I have to walk away. I will not say what I know. You are not safe no one is. I don't believe the vaccine or anything else other than good hygiene and keeping my distance from large groups of people will keep me safe. And then part of me believes after being exposed to so many people that have had it how could I have not built up some immunity? 

I have found a new anxiety trigger in Covid. Like I needed another. But as little as a sneeze and I am going to die. Just like my dad. I know this seems extreme but if you don't know anxiety, it is a quick and slippery slope that gets me to a bad place. And it can take hours to get back to normalcy. 

My father wouldn't want me to be scared. At the beginning of Covid he didn't let anyone in his house. We would have to leave things on the porch. He didn't want to even talk across the yard. But after a few months of isolation he decided that is no way to live either. If you only have a short time it should be enjoyed. Thank God he did. He enjoyed his time he had left. He fished and gardened. He read books and continued to learn things. 

It was his birthday when we laid him to rest. All his children, grandchildren and many friends came out. Plans changed at the last minute due to the weather but an artificial reef made of his ashes was placed in the Gulf. Afterwards we did what dad would want to do if he was 10 miles out in the Gulf. We went fishing. We caught fish, we ate and played music and talked about previous fishing trips with dad. He would have loved it. His great granddaughter caught her first fish out on the boat and all his grandchildren caught fish. I hope it becomes a regular family event. Afterwards we all went to eat and had the fish cooked up and told more stories of days gone by. 

For my Covid Update. Booster shots are now a thing. The drug companies are all saying another shot for those more susceptible or in close contact with those that have been exposed should get another shot. Even Johnson & Johnson the whole one and done, well not so much. The big thing since school started is that the Florida Governor doesn't want to mandate mask wearing but some school districts do. This has caused a raucous over funding of the schools. The President would like companies with more than 100 employees to mandate vaccination. See how different peoples opinions are, and those people are mandating what the rest of us do. 

Here in Pinellas County we are getting back to where people feel safe. Cases are dropping we are down to 153 cases and only 1,053 new cases last week. Total of 133 thousand cases and just over 2,500 deaths.  

I just don't know what to do with all this information. It comes at you from every direction and from every source imaginable. As I keep telling people that are convinced of one or the other I am not sure and know what I have been doing for the last year and a half has worked so far. I don't want to prove I have been vaccinated weather I have been or not. So here I stand riding the rail of the Covid fence just trying to get through this difficult time. Just like everyone else.

Day 521 of the Pandemic

 I ended the last post believing dad would get better and that he would come home. Well, life isn't always what you believe.  Dad had complications and without getting into details I don't want to share he did end up on the ventilator and we were still holding on to hope but it wasn't meant to be. On August 3, 2021 my father passed away not from Covid but complications due to having Covid. I have been working on the Dawn of the Pandemic since last year. I thought the story would end when I went back to work and things went back to normal. I don't want to ever use the words new normal to define how things are to my family today. 

I am so thankful dad got his trip of a lifetime to Alaska. I am very sad that I will never get to hear him tell the stories. I will not get to learn from him how far they drove to get to the pipeline where his picture was taken. I will not be able to hear him tell how cold it was out on the water in Homer while they fished. How amazing it was to experience being inside the Artic Circle. Dad would have told the whole thing like an adventure. Talk about some seedy bar that he will make you want to hang out in. But that is just not to be.

On Saturday August 21 we had a funeral service for my dad (William H. Basore) better known as "Bill". The church was full of family and friends. The church would not allow a reception to follow due to Covid spikes. They also announced the day before his service that they would stop having church services in person after dad's service. We are thankful that we got what we did for him. 

It is a shame that people don't always tell those that mean so much how important they are. Dad was loved by his family and by people that worked with him at AAmco and on the fishing boats he has worked on in retirement. 

His ashes will be placed to rest on his birthday in the Gulf of Mexico. There will always be a spot in the Gulf to go fishing with dad.

Covid-19 stats of July 2021 show that in Pinellas County the numbers were starting to increase. The same as they did last year. Hospitals have waits that are hours longer than normal. Some are again at capacity. I know dad waited a good portion of a day in the emergency room in Anchorage to get a bed in the hospital. He was there from July 27th - August 3rd. He will be missed more than he could have ever known. RIP Dad!