My Dad passed away from COVID today.

My Dad died today. He was 84, yet the man was healthy as a horse and had far more energy than I have on my best days. He ate healthy. He worked 6 days per week. He spent his time off clearing out dead trees from his wooded acreage in the back. He stopped smoking almost 20 years ago. He would enjoy a shot or two of whisky and a single beer every night. He had no underlying conditions.

He apparently took lunch with someone who was later diagnosed with COVID-19. A few days later, he showed a slight fever...just over 100. It returned to normal in the evening. This process repeated itself for about three days...a slight fever in the late afternoon that would then subside. After the first day, my Mom called their doctor who scheduled a COVID test for him. It took another day to get the test and then two days after to get the results. On that my Friday we learned he was positive.

That Sunday, two Sundays ago, he lost his balance while going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He was unhurt, but seemed slightly disoriented. My Mom called his doctor, who said to take him to the emergency room. She had to wait a bit to settle him as he refused an ambulance. They immediately placed him in the ICU.

We watched him, for almost two weeks, slowly deteriorate. While he was never placed on a ventilator, they could never get his blood oxygen levels back up. He fought the mask, the IV, and the rest and he had to be sedated and restrained. Early this afternoon, my Mom was summoned to his room so she could say goodbye. The nurse was kind enough to facilitate a Zoom call so his children and grandchildren could be there. We literally watched him die. We watched him take his final breath. It was devastating.

Today, Dec 31, was my Mom and Dad’s wedding anniversary.

Today was the cherry on top of the shit sundae that was 2020.

My Dad died today. He was 84, yet the man was healthy as a horse and had far more energy than I have on my best days. He ate healthy. He worked 6 days per week. He spent his time off clearing out dead trees from his wooded acreage in the back. He stopped smoking almost 20 years ago. He would enjoy a shot or two of whisky and a single beer every night. He had no underlying conditions.

He apparently took lunch with someone who was later diagnosed with COVID-19. A few days later, he showed a slight fever...just over 100. It returned to normal in the evening. This process repeated itself for about three days...a slight fever in the late afternoon that would then subside. After the first day, my Mom called their doctor who scheduled a COVID test for him. It took another day to get the test and then two days after to get the results. On that my Friday we learned he was positive.

That Sunday, two Sundays ago, he lost his balance while going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He was unhurt, but seemed slightly disoriented. My Mom called his doctor, who said to take him to the emergency room. She had to wait a bit to settle him as he refused an ambulance. They immediately placed him in the ICU.

We watched him, for almost two weeks, slowly deteriorate. While he was never placed on a ventilator, they could never get his blood oxygen levels back up. He fought the mask, the IV, and the rest and he had to be sedated and restrained. Early this afternoon, my Mom was summoned to his room so she could say goodbye. The nurse was kind enough to facilitate a Zoom call so his children and grandchildren could be there. We literally watched him die. We watched him take his final breath. It was devastating.

Today, Dec 31, was my Mom and Dad’s wedding anniversary.

Today was the cherry on top of the shit sundae that was 2020.

I am sorry for your loss. Many people on here do not even believe that the virus exists. Kind of funny as we all tracked it when it first hit Wuhan in 2019, then watched it spread all over the world. Perhaps it is some kind of coping mechanism for the folks that deny the virus exists. Perhaps the fear has gotten to them. The waiting game of life or death.

I understand your need to try to understand and maybe compile data, but I don’t have much information as to what medications or treatments he was on in the hospital. I know he was on a forced-air system...delivering massive amounts of oxygen.

I’ll say this...I know that part of his daily regimen included vitamins. Additional and higher doses of vitamin C and zinc always at the onset of any cold symptoms. He also maintained a very good diet based around Mediterranean/Italian eating high in fiber and low in saturated fats. A lot of beans, broths, tomatoes, garlic, olive oils, fish, chicken, etc. Little to no sugars or sweets.

His state is Pennsylvania, under mask mandates, gathering limits, dining closures, etc...although his workplace (his business) was likely pretty lax. I think my Mom backed off of their sterilization and very strict controls around the summertime. I doubt my Dad took it all that seriously.

The Bible Confirms That we are in the sickle of God and he is harvesting his ripened grapes The Old Grapes

The Bible Confirms That we are in the sickle of God and he is harvesting his ripened grapes The Old Grapes

I’m not sure I understand the question and I most likely don’t know that answer.

He was....very much so. A father, a grandfather, and a great-grandfather. While he was not my father, he WAS my Dad in every other way...the most important ways. He’s been in my life for nearly 35 or my 50 years. It’s a loss that will be felt by many.

My Dad died today. He was 84, yet the man was healthy as a horse and had far more energy than I have on my best days. He ate healthy. He worked 6 days per week. He spent his time off clearing out dead trees from his wooded acreage in the back. He stopped smoking almost 20 years ago. He would enjoy a shot or two of whisky and a single beer every night. He had no underlying conditions.

He apparently took lunch with someone who was later diagnosed with COVID-19. A few days later, he showed a slight fever...just over 100. It returned to normal in the evening. This process repeated itself for about three days...a slight fever in the late afternoon that would then subside. After the first day, my Mom called their doctor who scheduled a COVID test for him. It took another day to get the test and then two days after to get the results. On that my Friday we learned he was positive.

That Sunday, two Sundays ago, he lost his balance while going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He was unhurt, but seemed slightly disoriented. My Mom called his doctor, who said to take him to the emergency room. She had to wait a bit to settle him as he refused an ambulance. They immediately placed him in the ICU.

We watched him, for almost two weeks, slowly deteriorate. While he was never placed on a ventilator, they could never get his blood oxygen levels back up. He fought the mask, the IV, and the rest and he had to be sedated and restrained. Early this afternoon, my Mom was summoned to his room so she could say goodbye. The nurse was kind enough to facilitate a Zoom call so his children and grandchildren could be there. We literally watched him die. We watched him take his final breath. It was devastating.

Today, Dec 31, was my Mom and Dad’s wedding anniversary.

Today was the cherry on top of the shit sundae that was 2020.

Fucking bullshit, they renamed flu and pneumonia as Covid now. Flu magically dissapeared...... Covid is one big SCAM............

So it could not have been flu or pneumonia, right? You are all sheep, manipulated by the media to take the jab. Go ahead, take your jab and leave us awake people alone.......

My Dad died today. He was 84, yet the man was healthy as a horse and had far more energy than I have on my best days. He ate healthy. He worked 6 days per week. He spent his time off clearing out dead trees from his wooded acreage in the back. He stopped smoking almost 20 years ago. He would enjoy a shot or two of whisky and a single beer every night. He had no underlying conditions.

He apparently took lunch with someone who was later diagnosed with COVID-19. A few days later, he showed a slight fever...just over 100. It returned to normal in the evening. This process repeated itself for about three days...a slight fever in the late afternoon that would then subside. After the first day, my Mom called their doctor who scheduled a COVID test for him. It took another day to get the test and then two days after to get the results. On that my Friday we learned he was positive.

That Sunday, two Sundays ago, he lost his balance while going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He was unhurt, but seemed slightly disoriented. My Mom called his doctor, who said to take him to the emergency room. She had to wait a bit to settle him as he refused an ambulance. They immediately placed him in the ICU.

We watched him, for almost two weeks, slowly deteriorate. While he was never placed on a ventilator, they could never get his blood oxygen levels back up. He fought the mask, the IV, and the rest and he had to be sedated and restrained. Early this afternoon, my Mom was summoned to his room so she could say goodbye. The nurse was kind enough to facilitate a Zoom call so his children and grandchildren could be there. We literally watched him die. We watched him take his final breath. It was devastating.

Today, Dec 31, was my Mom and Dad’s wedding anniversary.

Today was the cherry on top of the shit sundae that was 2020.