As I sat down to write this post, I had to really think for a moment…what day is it? I guess that is because life has been a blur the last few days.
On Christmas Eve, I had to call an ambulance for Daddy. Days later, he is still in the hospital. I’ve been with him every day but starting tomorrow…there will be no visitors allowed at hospitals in our county, period. Fucking Covid.
This has been the hardest few days of my life. Leaving Daddy there tonight…knowing that I cannot go and see him tomorrow is devastating. My heart feels broken.
But I will keep my faith. I will think positive thoughts. I will envision Daddy and I’s future together and will continue making plans for our life. He will come home. He will get better. And we will be together.
I also want to express my gratitude for all of the health care workers who were working over Christmas. These people are angels, and my husband is alive because of them.
Daddy is my everything. Please pray for us ❤