On Mother’s Day, made a list of some things moms I know went through in the year of Covid. So, doing the same for the guys here on Father’s Day.
Went to get takeout and died when a distracted driver t-boned his car.
Took his family on their last vacation in Mexico just as the virus hit, then spent the rest of the year methodically saying his goodbyes and best wishes to everyone he loved before cancer took him.
Spent a month in hospital with a shattered leg, buried his grandmother, did stay-at-home dad helping one teen with autism cope with zoom school and the kid’s twin cope with their discovery of their non-binary gender.
Caught covid (did not have to be hospitalized) driving his softball playing daughter around the South to not quite socially distanced tournaments.
3 dads: Taught creative writing via zoom, taught occupational therapy via zoom, taught junior high special education via zoom.
Welcomed a new baby into the family while at the same time launching an online occupational therapy business with his wife (which, by the way, is thriving).
Handled three PRN home care therapy gigs while being Mr. Mom to a toddler son (wife an overburdened anesthesia tech at a major hospital).
Stayed home with his toddler daughter, getting his exercise on walks to the park and VR games, while wife – an overburdened anesthesia tech – worked at a major hospital. (Different family).
Nursed his wife as she died from cancer, then once vaccinated, made the rounds of his widely scattered adult kids (and grandkids) with hugs, laughter, and generosity.
Reconfigured a college curriculum he directed as covid hit, all while completing his dissertation and raising three kids stuck at home and zooming school (this dad, btw, is blind).
Spent four months in solitary confinement in a federal prison, not for disciplinary reasons, but as a precaution against catching covid (a lot more, as you’d imagine, to this story).
It was a tough year for dad’s, too, folks. Hope we’ve all learned from this ordeal about the importance of love, connection, and caring, along with a sharper appreciation of how tenuous is our time here, and how precious. Happy Father’s Day, y’all.
2 thoughts on “How Some Dads I Know Spent the Past Year”
you forgot the guy who curated a mountain of poetry to find just the right poems for a lovely collection while finishing his last year teaching at vcu.
just heard from a friend in ca that she is reading sarah’s book too. how many have been sold so far?
Ha ha! Just checked – 68 paperbacks and a half dozen e-books. 5 sold just yesterday!