GRIEF in the time of COVID
Nov 24, 2021
4 minutes
Our father died in August this year, on the second day of Auckland’s Level 4 lockdown. He died in his room in the dementia unit of a retirement village in Havelock North.
The day before, my sister texted my brothers and me: “He has pneumonia”.
That was the final sequence in a string of events triggered a year ago when my mother fell at the front door of their house, which she was trying to open for the carer who’d come to shower and dress our father.
Her fall was the fall of their life together. Sixty-nine years
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