Enemy
My dad told me he once wanted to die. He said he prayed to God to relieve him of his suffering, one way or the other, but it turned out there was much more for him yet in store. There were days that multiplied into weeks and into months. There was solitary confinement in a hospital bed unable to move, to speak, to eat, to even breathe. What imagery of fire and brimstone could compare to the reality of the hell that was present there in that sterile room, his own body a prison cell. Such overwhelming loneliness for a mind caged in fear and despair. How could I imagine what that must've been like. It would be an insult to even try. Dad couldn't quite figure out where he caught it from, the virus. It almost didn't matter. You can take every advised precaution, follow every sanctioned guideline, and it not make any difference. This microscopic enemy had traveled halfway across the world and somehow found its way to him. An enemy we all underestimated. Before this I thought I w...