Burying My Bubby During the Pandemic
One Sunday afternoon a month ago, my mother put me on a conference call with a nurse who explained exactly how we were going to say goodbye to my grandmother, Bubby. She was dying of the coronavirus.
“I’m going to go into her room, place the phone by her ear and then you can have a moment with her,” the nurse said. “Does that sound OK?”
“Yes, thank you,” I said.
“OK. I’m going to put you on hold now while I put on P.P.E.,” she said, referring to personal protective equipment.
And then she put us on hold.
The thing is, the hospital’s on-hold music was upbeat jazz. So here I was, crying at the weight of the moment …continued .
[Source: New York Times]