Loss Compounded
Widow is denied the comfort of friends
Six years ago, on the cusp of his move to senior housing, my friend Pete nearly died of kidney failure in the aftermath of treatment for leukemia gone awry. His wife, Claudette, pleaded — demanded — that he pull through.
Pete obliged. The price for survival was dialysis, to which sessions Claudette faithfully accompanied him thrice weekly for six years, until his death in February 2021. A month thereafter, Claudette departed for a four-month stay in Brazil, her native country. In the wake of her husband’s death, she craved the comfort of family.
Upon her return, Claudette was informed that the apartment complex was closed to visitors. There had been a resurgence of Corona; twelve residents had contracted the Delta variant of the virus, notwithstanding that they had been vaccinated.
Given the building lockdown that had been instituted when the reign of Corona commenced in March of 2020, Claudette fears a repeat scenario. She and Pete had been confined to their apartment for five months. Ironically, they and many other captive residents became infected with the coronavirus via the ventilation system.
I was dismayed to learn of this latest grim news when I called Claudette so as to arrange a visit. I’d been looking forward to it; Claudette’s apartment overlooks the ocean. Now that her complex is off-limits to outsiders, we would have arranged to stroll the beach had she not sprained her foot whilst on vacation.
As we closed our conversation, I urged Claudette to hobble to her car and come to my place for lunch before they lock her in.






