Weary doesn't even begin to describe how I am feeling in regard to this never-ending Pandemic of Suck. Last night, Hugh and I assisted Oscar in getting Emily to the hospital by ambulance. She hadn't been feeling well for the past week and he was finally concerned enough to reach out for help. She was admitted and is receiving care; we are hopeful that she will rally, but, her age will certainly be a factor in how well she does. Thankfully, prior to contracting the virus, she was vibrantly healthy and that will definitely be in her favor.
In other sucky news, my Aunt Pat passed away earlier this week. She did not have the virus, but instead died from complications caused by blood clots. She did not have a history of blood clots, nor did she have an underlying medical condition that would cause blood clots. She did recently receive a booster shot. Are the two related? Your opinion is as useful as mine, which, is to say; not at all.
The outcome is the same; my mom and her remaining siblings are mourning the loss of an amazing woman, as are her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.
When I say she was an amazing woman, I do not lie. She was a tremendously talented artist and a truly creative woman in addition to being a great parent, grandparent, sister, and aunt. We will all miss her, tremendously.
When I was a child, I always looked forward to visiting Aunt Pat at her house in Mount Pilot; her yard was one of my favorite places for playing Hide-and-Seek with my cousins, and, I always loved holiday dinners around the big table in the dinning room. Aunt Pat set a beautiful table.
As we sit down for Thanksgiving dinner this year; memories of those tables will be forefront in my mind.
What a sad time we are living in right now.