[cw covid, death]
seen one of those "who could have seen the pandemic coming" "what, sars-2?" posts again, and i'm reminded of how people talk about when the news finally hit them.
me? i'd already been in a depressive spiral for a few years, and kept feeling like it was going to happen given the cuts to the CDC, the rise of antivaxers, and the litany of near misses we'd gone through for the last couple of years—so when the news broke around new year, i wasn't optimistic.
that's why I took the time to go and visit my father a month later. it had been a few years since my last visit, and there was this little thought in the back of my head that it might be the last time i'd get to see him—so just before I left, I said I loved him, he told me he loved me too.
then i took the train home, a little bit paranoid about all the coughing and wheezing, but happy i'd made the trip. one month later, we were in lockdown. one year later, and i had a missed call from my brother
we'd just spent the previous week going "is dad dead?", so it turns out once again i had spoken too soon. heh