Through the glass, we communicated, although the challenge was real. Through the glass, I could see him, frail and alone. Through the glass, I observed and felt his emotions.
After moving, I arranged a time to see my father, through the glass. We arrived at ten and found him, sitting behind the glass, waving and crying. We communicated with smiles and then the nurse brought a phone. It gave me a real appreciation for jailed inmates, communicating with family members.
At times, though, the comedy made me giggle. While trying to show him a hug, he thought I was telling him I was pregnant. When I tried to communicate that we were moving our stuff from Michigan to Indiana, Corey had to drive the van closer, open the back door, and then point to the stuffed boxes in back. It was a constant game of charades since he could not really hear using the phone.
I could allow rivers of tears to flow over this moment, but I refuse. Instead, I will choose joy. I choose joy when I think of this moment, a time to encourage him despite the distance. I choose joy because I know that he is in a safe place. I choose joy because he is my father and I love him while this crazy COVID- 19 continues.
A Journey Worth Remembering 