My uncle died today, another victim of CoVid.
We commiserate with people, are dismayed when we hear when the numbers rose, sighed with hope that it would soon be over.
But nothing prepared me when it hit home.
I am still reeling, still hoping that my uncle was just in another hospital battling Covid and winning. Not going to happen.
Unable to cry, I’ve decided to write this ode to him who was a father figure to me.
I’ll never forget you, Papa.