This year has definitely been one of the worst years. January 1st I lost My pet. Then the very next day my grandfather passed.

2 months later COVID hit. And everything shut down in my town for 2 months... I have been back to work for almost 7 months now.

We have gotten hit with a second wave of COVID in our town and I feel it has hit harder this time around.

Last week my Daddy went to the doctors because he wasn’t feeling well, they advised him to go to the hospital. When he got there and they ran their tests. He tested positive for COVID. Our hospital is so full with covid patients they did not have a bed for him. My Dad normally would go to Ruby Memorial in Morgantown WV, when it has anything to do with his heart. They took care of him 3 years ago with his heart surgery. But even they were completely maxed out. The closest hospital that had a bed for him was in Pittsburgh PA. That night before he went to Pittsburgh, he called me. He told me he loved me, and he wasn’t feeling well. He asked me how I was doing and how work was going. I made sure to tell him I loved him, and to hear him say those words again.

Later that night he was transferred up there. I didn’t hear from him the next day. He rested most of the day. His oxygen levels were dropping. Friday morning I texted him “I love you dad” and I never received anything back. I knew he was sleeping. Later that night, his oxygen levels dropped significantly and I was informed he was put on a ventilator. I knew I wasn’t going to receive a phone call from him or a text back.

Saturday afternoon I had found out they were doing clinical trials on him with different medications and he was responding!! Oxygen levels started coming back up! They lowered the pressure on the vent !! He was improving !!! We were so positive !!

Sunday morning, my brother called me and informed me that overnight he had gotten worse ! I thought he was doing great! And the medications were working!! His oxygen levels dropped. And he went to 100% on the vent. He was no longer breathing on his own....

Monday afternoon, my brother called me again, informed me that my Daddy’s body was shutting down, he went on dialysis because he was going into kidney failure. Told me that they said they will do everything they can..

My brother was able to make a 4 hour drive to go see him. We were shocked that they let him in the room. He called me so I can talk to my Daddy. I told him I loved him and I wanted him to get better. That was around 6pm.

My brother went home, and around 1am my brother called me again.. when I saw his name pop up on my phone I knew. I instantly started crying. And screaming. Screaming for my mom. Screaming for my Daddy. My brother told me that our Daddy had passed.

My world came crashing down. I couldn’t breathe. I can’t sleep. And when I do sleep I don’t want to wake up, ever. I’m so lost.

My Daddy. My only Daddy. I can no longer call him. I can no longer joke with him or argue with him over the littlest things.

He won’t be there to walk me down the isle whenever I get married. He won’t get to meet his grandkids whenever I do have them in the future... He won’t get to see how much I accomplish. I’m only 25!!! I shouldn’t be losing my Daddy. He was only 58!!! He was too young !!! I promised him I would throw him a huge birthday party for his 60th. And now I can’t!!

A lot of people in my town don’t believe in COVID. But let me tell you. It’s a real thing and it took my Daddy from me. It broke me