On September 16, my father died.
He lived the last six months of his life entirely cut off from his family and friends. That’s because he was one of the 1.3 million people living in nursing homes across the country.
He didn’t have Covid-19, but even though the disease didn’t take his life, it took his time. It took his last months away from him, during which he couldn’t enjoy the relationships he’d spent his life building. And research suggests this isolation might have hastened his decline.
I’m sad, and angry. And I know I’m not alone.
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“Protecting” seniors by keeping them isolated needs to be addressed. I know this is new to medical authorities but to not allow visitors and force someone to die alone must in some fashion be unconstitutional. This type of thing is an absolute outrage and an atrocity in the extreme.