I saw my father four times between March 2020 and March 2021. Each time, the conversation began with some version of this.

Me: Dad, you know I’d hug you but it doesn’t seem wise given the pandemic.

Dad: Nan, they’re overblowing it. It’s not as bad as they’re saying.

Me (not wanting to ignite a political debate): Dad, we really do need to be careful.

Dad: I’m 89. I’m going to die of something. If it’s COVID, it’s COVID.

Me: But Dad, it’s an awful death. It’s a lonely death because no one can visit you. The hospitals are crowded…

Nancy Colasurdo

Columnist, Blogger, Author, Coach in the Greater NYC area. Six-word bio: Zen chick with a Jersey edge. Favorite topics: gender, politics, race, meaning of life.

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