Father is in at-home hospice. He’s in a near vegetative state with glimmers of life here and there, but he’s about to go. He isn’t eating and given morphine on a schedule.
With my two jobs, I don’t make very much—just ends meet. I was out of work for nearly a month in October with Covid (one job was requiring negative PCR tests after a positive case—against the CDC guidelines). Since then, I’ve been trying to catch up with finances, but haven’t been able to do so. I live with my partner, but he isn’t able to provide much towards the trip either—knowing I’ll need to turn right back around for the funeral.
He’s my dad. After I turned 12, my mom, sister and myself moved to Texas. He chose to continue living in Mississippi, his home. Although he didn’t play a major role in the latter-half of my life thus far, he’s fueled me with passion for music and astronomy. We could talk for hours about black holes and galaxies. It would mean a lot to be able to see him not through a phone screen and be with him. I’m not sure if he’ll make it to Sunday or Monday, but I’d love to try.
Departing: Tucson, AZ
Arriving: Gulfport, FL