CORONA & DADDY!

Coronavirus... You can’t have my DADDY!

Around the beginning of March we learned about a global pandemic that was going on, we took precautions, of course I was already on my second Bach of antibiotics to get over a previous sickness. My Dad and I would take drives and end up sitting in the car talking for hours. March 18th was the last time we went for our drives and had our hourly talks before everything started to spiral. March 19th he called to let me know he wasn’t feeling well.

A week went by he was still sick, but saying throughout the week he was starting to feel better. I called and asked if I could bring him something from the store, medicine, maybe even a meal to eat. “No I’m good Pretty”, same response I had been getting that entire week. If you know my Dad he’s is very much so independent and prideful (Duh Peach definitely where you get it from girl). Another week went by and as I do every single day sick or not I made my phone call to check in.

The phone calls this week became particularly strange it almost seemed that my dad was short of breath just from talking, I asked for reassurance that he was okay, once again “I’m good pretty, I’ve called the doctor just waiting on a call back”. As the days went by I would’ve never known how sick he was because my dad as always is a very private person and once again that PRIDE BOYYY LET ME TELL YOUU. The next day I called and didn't get an answer, so I texted.... NO REPLY. Next thing you know I’m getting a call from my sister, that she received word from a cousin that my Dad has been taken and dropped off to a hospital...

NOW PAUSE... WHY IN THE ABSOLUTE HELL are we playing telephone (excuse my language) about MY DAMN DADDY. Any who that’s a story for a separate blog, don’t even get me started. My dad had been admitted and tested for the Flu and COVID19. Guess which one came back positive.... you guessed it COVID19. I think I almost fainted, the tears you hear me, then the shunning towards me started because I was recently with him. Any-who I did get to speak with him that night, just as breathless as he was a day before he told me he was alright and that he loved me. HONEY TOOK ME TF OUT, YOU HEAR ME. The next day he was sedated and hooked up to a ventilator and the weeks soon went by. As a person that’s used to talking and venting to her Father everyday my days began to grow dark. I felt like Mental health patient who couldn't seek help.

About a month later (YES I SAID MONTH), the Doctor was nice enough to FaceTime me so that we could see each other. There he was My big man mouthing at me “Hi Prettylu, I love you Pretty”. There has only been one time in my life where I have seen tears fall from my Daddy’s eye and this was the second. That thing stung like a bee! The call continued, Boy was his mouth moving 1000 mph during this call, he was trying to tell me something. I’m sure he was telling me to come get him lol. I surprisingly held it together and just motivated him to keep pushing. I told him that I got it covered over here while he just continues to fight and heal.

Fast forward to now we are now in Month 2 week 2 or 3, I believe and my dad is still in ICU. I’m starting to be able to FaceTime him more, and he has started therapy. He is starting to look more like himself, but I can definitely tell that he’s growing weary, ready to come home and be around his loved ones. But God when he comes home what a wonderful testimony he will have. This is definitely not the end of this journey, but we are starting to see the light at the end of this dark long tunnel. I love you Daddy always remember that, and CORONAVIRUS YOU CANT HAVE MY DADDY PERIOD....

To those who are going through this pandemic with someone you love that has been or is COVID 19 POSITIVE. Keep those eyes lifted to the hills, keep praying because God hears every request, just let them be made known to him. It's not over yet. This is just another notch under your belt. God will never lead you wrong. Feel free to contact me as well if you just would like to talk to someone. I am a certified mental health first aider and I am hear to help, while helping myself along my journey.

I’ll keep you Peaches updated soon.

-Peach