Losing My Father to COVID-19….last year

On ….November 18th we were both admitted into TRMC for Covid , while they released me the next day, 😔💔 my Dad had to stay behind because he just couldn’t shake it. Everyday I talked to him on the phone for hours, he was cracking jokes, and flirting with the nurses and although I cried most of the time he kept telling me. “Baby you have to stay strong for me we are going to get through this, so please don’t cry.” And then that  night he told me they were moving him  to a different floor (ICU)… I’ll never forget what he told me. “ Go get my Bible and everyday read the highlighted sections in my Bible.” And I did just that 😔. My Dad fought a good fight, from October 21st to November 18th when he gained his wings. He was the strongest man I knew.  All I ask is for my Family and Friends to keep me uplifted and in prayer 🙏🏾 . My Dad was my very own personal Comedian he kept me && everyone else laughing and smiling 😊 and I know he would not want me to be sad… but I just can’t help it… Its even hard  to see life go on without my Dad. I feel guilty when I laugh && sad when I smile. Like how can I ever be happy again? To think I have the rest of my life to feel this way.….