The Choice to Get The Shot
A choice one must live with
A pandemic was not in my plans. I made no plans to get the shot, either.
I was in the United States when my father passed away. I was preparing to go to Ghana to bury him when the WHO declared a national emergency three years ago. Everything was shut down. I couldn’t go home to mourn with my family. I mourned all alone, and that was difficult. It was difficult for my family as well. They wanted to give my father a proper burial, but they were not able to arrange one because everything was closed in Ghana as well.
My father was kept in a special place in the mortuary for many months. Knowing my father, I don’t think he would have liked that very much. His body was exceptionally preserved in the freezers and after 6 months, he looked as if he’d just died. I still couldn’t make it when they carried out the burial. Things were still shut down.
I made plans to return home as soon as things started opening up, but the pandemic made traveling extremely difficult. I was unvaccinated. The Ghana embassy required tests on arrival at the airport for those who are unvaccinated, and those tests were extremely painful. I hated it, and my daughter hated it so much that she cried every time. And the tests weren’t free. We would have sucked it up and taken the sticks in our noses if the tests…
