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A Single Smuggled Rose; the Insanity Covid Brings

Ignore the in-my-face obvious issues and lend all of my attention to unwarranted, groundless non-issues? Not happening!

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Broken Body, Broken Hearts

My Mother spent many long hours over many days lying in an I.C.U. hospital bed, all alone, not knowing if tomorrow would come for her, no doubt wondering...why we weren't there.

She did not have Covid-19, most people don't, but that's irrelevant, because everything is about Covid-19!

When it came to the stage she was in, her final stage of life, she should not have been alone!

A bad fall and several broken bones sent my Mom to the E.R.

Upon review of her x-rays, life-threatening internal issues were discovered, leading to emergency surgeries and even more complications. The breaks became a secondary concern, not given a second thought other than in how she was handled!

Her many problems were not caused by the fall, but were found because of the fall!

As a result of all of this happening to her and because we are living in the age of Corona, the toll it has taken on all of our lives has been a heart wrenching nightmare!

Although, as we entered the hospital, there were many signs and voices and intercom announcements...instructing us to wash our hands, sanitize, keep our distance, wash our hands once more, sanitize once more..followed up with temperature checks and a series of health questions...

Do I even need to say it? Of course, we were all in masks.

Some were in three masks and still had the look of fear in their eyes, as strangers passed by them.

Some, like me, were complying, in order to see our loved ones and security was right there to make sure we did.

I digress!

We would then proceed to a long line of other masked faces; no awaiting kind smiles to help brighten the day, no affirmations of I feel your pain to lighten the load a bit -

only sad, confused, hopeless eyes staring ahead, waiting for their turn to shuffle forward to the next mark.

No words, no conversation, just our fellow man and our fellow woman, going through the motions, just like us.

Ultimately, if we made it this far, we would then all receive a wristband, our ticket to be able to finally and at last, visit our loved one.

In our case, my Mom!

I say "our" and I say "we", but there was no "we" going to see my Mom, at least, not together, not at the same time.

Family could not gather around her, family/friends could not even be on standby in order to offer moral support.

Not in the waiting rooms, not in the hallways and not in a downstairs cafeteria or coffee shop.....

Church family could not gather for prayer or consoling. The one blessing was that her Pastor was able to visit.

I could not even be there with my Dad on his days to visit and the toll all of this has taken on him is insurmountable!

I would drop him off at the door and pick him up four hours later and the following day it would be my turn or another family member's turn.

We visited by a structured time frame; not by the hour, not by the day...not by the prognosis and not by twos; we would visit one person at a time per day, no exceptions!

My beautiful Momma

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My Dad - Anniversary Day

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A Hospital Anniversary

Dad insisted on going every other day and faithfully he did, for nearly a month.

As we grew closer to the inevitable, her final days, we were able to request a special exemption.

If granted {from on high} we could possibly/maybe/perhaps, get three family members in at one time; no promises though! It was a one time deal - to take or to leave!

The Care Team did say they would do all they could and I truly believe they wanted to be able to.

I completely understood that they too had their hands tied, due to federal and state policies and Covid-19 regulations.

We are all at the mercy of this damned, life destroying, {in more ways than one} curse of a virus!

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My Mom and Dad celebrated...make that acknowledged, their 64th Wedding Anniversary, in the hospital.

My Dad wanted to replace some of the dreariness of the far too many draining days, with a little sunshine!

In order to pull it off, he would be forced to break the rules; hiding a single rose in the inner pocket of his jacket.

I suggested that he wear a sport coat, that way, he would have a secret little hiding place, all while looking all dapper for my Mom!

She had been in the hospital for several weeks, without seeing a single arrangement or a single flower, although many had wanted to send them.

Flowers aren't allowed! In the age of Corona, do you seriously think they would be?

I requested that they put Mom in the most colorful hospital gown they could find for her big day...

This is where our lives are today!

This is what we are currently facing, this is what we are up against and going through.

I have heard that many of our fellow citizens have it even worse.

In some States, they do not even allow a single visitor.

It is all total madness!

Life Interrupted

My cousins haven't been able to spend any quality time with their parents for close to a year now. Their parents are currently in a nursing home. I suppose all of this separation and isolation and anxiety and depression, etc., is in their parents best interest, in some minds.

They will finally be able to see them soon.

Someone with some clout/authority, came to the realization that this is foolish and counterproductive; it does so much more harm than good!

I believe the term they are going with isn't the rediscovery of common sense, but rather, "compassionate care".

I am sure this family will just be happy to visit, catch up and love one another.

My son's girlfriend has a beloved Grandmother across the border in a Canadian nursing home fading fast...

It looks as if she'll never be able to hug or kiss her again or tell her about the many things which are going on in her life or, say goodbye. Her Grandfather cannot even see her!

One of my son's best friend's Dad died recently.

Before he passed, only his wife was able to see him, not his children...heavens no!

Why?

The Corona virus, lurking like a three-headed monster, is out there.

There are so many stories like this; unfair, unnecessary, destructive...and so very final!

We don't get this time back with our loved ones, there aren't any do-overs, when they are gone they are gone and many are leaving this earth, feeling completely forgotten and forsaken.

It is beyond heartbreaking!

Grander Heavenly Things...

My Dad did manage to smuggle the beautiful single rose to my Mom...both unscathed!

He enjoyed his time with her, he reminisced, she nodded and he felt that she knew it was their special day, in that moment.

Two days later my Mom left this earth, for grander heavenly things

My Dad, my two brothers and I were able to be by her side, when she took her final breath.

She was laid to rest on the last day of February, Twenty and Twenty One.

If Tomorrow Never Comes

This content reflects the personal opinions of the author. It is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and should not be substituted for impartial fact or advice in legal, political, or personal matters.

© 2021 A B Williams

Comments

A B Williams (author) from Central Florida on March 17, 2021:

Hi Kyler, so sorry that I never responded to your comment. I am just now getting back in the groove. Losing my Mom is definitely the hardest thing I've ever gone through and keeping my Dad from not falling to pieces, ties with the 2nd hardest thing I've gone through.

I've heard other stories like the one you've shared, it's disheartening to say the least, that people are full of that much hate...I wonder where or toward whom such hate is directed once they've achieved what they think they wanted or needed to happen?!?

A B Williams (author) from Central Florida on March 01, 2021:

Thanks Kyler.

A B Williams (author) from Central Florida on March 01, 2021:

I was driving through Jacksonville, FL, listening to a secular Country music station and THIS SONG came on, giving me such peace of mind!

Thank you for your continued prayers...they will sustain ALL who loved my Mom, as we lay her soul to rest!

https://youtu.be/fKAPHjficIc

Kyler J Falk from California on February 28, 2021:

My goodness, I just read through and it nearly had me wanting to go punch a politician in the mouth. You have my deepest sympathies, as if it means much, and if there is anything I can do to ease these rough times you let me know. I couldn't and wouldn't want to imagine the pain of all this.

Kyler J Falk from California on February 27, 2021:

I'll be honest and say I have not read your article yet, but I did read the summary from the feed and decided to comment.

There's a little restaurant in Topeka, Kansas, one of the only ones worth going to, that tore apart its own working community due to the government's demands. The owners (a once-generous man and woman), from my understanding, were trying their hardest to weasel their way out of paying unemployment to their laid off worker(s). If we look at that from a capitalist perspective that's just good business.

However, this went far beyond good business and instead stepped into the sociopolitical ring. You see, the owners are notorious anti-Trumpers who exile acquaintances, friends, and even family from both their restaurant and lives for showing even the slightest support for Trump. Many of their employees were/are staunch Trump supporters.

Well, the owner browsed the individual(s)'s Facebook and took screenshots of every pro-Trump post that mentioned the pandemic and utilized them in court as a way to prove their employee(s) needed to be fired for being anti-mask. Sadly, the individual(s) did not get their unemployment, and whether or not that was due to the evidence presented or not is unclear.

Their little social community, however, has been put into the spotlight for being bigoted; but the support for their flavor of bigotry seems to outweigh that for justice and fairness. Crazy stuff, and a crazy time.

A B Williams (author) from Central Florida on February 27, 2021:

This is the hardest article I have ever written!

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