And again.

It's unresolved, I think, and I may not have time to finish this post before my next work assignment. He died kept from me. They died kept from me. My father died in the nursing home, having locked down for The Great Pandemic. Mom called and said not to come home, they were not letting anyone in. He died without having seen us. I know my Mom regrets it. Maybe regrets our decision to place him there. We promised him it was short term. It was where he could get daily physical therapy to try and get stronger. Home Health would come only 2 days a week. It wasn't enough. Daddy knows Robert well, knew who was coming. They were friends. Robert was friends with all of us. Still is. He's just a little bit older than me, friends with my brother and myself. Goes to church with my parents. Robert or a pt coworker would be there every day. Mom could go every day. Then they locked us out. He died without us. My job took the bully route with all coworkers. We were closed to the public, we were all working from home. No one event went in the building. Still they threatened everyone with their jobs, their liveliehood. If you travel we will fire you. My boss called me on Friday and told me that rule applied to me and my husband as well. Tuesday night Stevie was sick. I was afraid to drive to see him, but I knew he was sick. Never before have I hesitated where Stevie is concerned. Wednesday morning he died.