This past year was so rough.
We had to stay inside and away from everyone. People were terrified of a "pandemic" of Corona virus, instead of what they should be terrified of. What they should be terrified of is the forced changes to "history", "historical events", everything that's been deemed as racist, and much more ignorance, that I can't even do anything but shake my head at.
We lost my bf's uncle this past year. He had contracted corona, but I honestly think what killed him was the ignorance of it all. He was confronted with people in odd looking gear, he wasn't in his right mind so naturally he fought them, and had to be put in a medical coma to make sure that would stop, but because they put him in a position where he had no chance to move around and avoid such things as fluid in lungs, pneumonia etc, his lungs degraded to the point that revival was no longer an option. He had just turned 60 that summer, and by winter, he was gone.
My father had several consecutive strokes, was much older, he would have been 84 this February, but he didn't make it. The cause.....not his strokes, not corona, which the "recovery" staff gave him during his lengthy stay. No, what killed my father I believe was loneliness and heartbreak from the inability to even hold his wife's hand, to have any loved ones visit, and to sit alone in a room that only the staff, that infected him, could come and go in. He got over the so called dangerous pandemic, what he didn't get over was the lunacy that forced medical care to take a very downward and uncaring turn. In short, I blame the government, forced sanctions, and WHO for at least the 2 deaths I had to personally deal with. I'm certain they were responsible for mass murders world wide.
That carried into this year, he died in the beginning of January. Since then my sister has had to put two of her beloved fur babies to sleep. I can only imagine what a mess she was since I know I cried over them both myself.
I can honestly say, I'm lucky for all the people that didn't die in this past year. It was a mess, and still is. Murders are on the rise, people are just plain awful. I will say that I think I am forming a closer relationship with my stepmother through it all, so that's one positive thing that's come from all of this. At any rate, I had some coloring books I'd wanted to give to my dad to help him with his finer motor skills when he got to that part of his recovery. One of them was a book with some of the psalms in it along wih some pretty pictures. I dedicated that book to him, and will share some of the pictures I've done in there with everyone. I think I may mail them to this or that person too, just to share something I think my dad would have loved.
Anyway, please enjoy, I included the title page along with the pictures. It's a lovely book, and one worth the purchase if you get the chance.
I also got to share seeing the north star with my family, including my stepmother. I hope dad got to see it somehow before he died, I think he would have loved that.
