Losing My Father to Trump Propaganda

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.