Blogging 2020, Covid-19, and a patriarch passes

So, I haven’t posted to this blog more than once or twice over the past several years. I didn’t think people were even reading blogs any longer, but when I just signed it, apparently a lot of people have viewed my blog while I was MIA. Anyway, I’m home self quarantining waiting for Covid-19 results so why not stay busy with something constructive. My main focus will remain photography, but I’m going to try to stretch myself a bit and branch out. 

So, after waking up Friday morning with a very slight temperature, headache, and nausea, I was tested for Covid-19 on Saturday morning - and I'm awaiting results, still.  Sadly, my father in law passed away earlier in the morning. He was the father of 10 children, and we used to kid my mother in law that she had the longest umbilical cord because they adopted 2 more kids. Yes, that makes an even dozen. I don’t know if it’s really any cheaper, but they raised a beautiful family, and I’m sorry to see him leave us. I was fortunate that I was able to visit him just a few days before he passed. He was happy to see me, even said my name at one point. He was in and out of consciousness, but I noticed when he was awake that he kept gazing off at something to the right, and I guess I assumed he was in a twilight dream state of some sort. It wasn’t until we came back up after lunch to say goodbye that I saw what he was gazing at. It was a portrait of “his Jennie,” who had passed 13 years earlier. He never quite got over the loss of the love of his life. 

I’m glad my daughter and I made the trip to see him, because as it turns out, it was my last goodbye. I had no way of knowing that awaiting Covid-19 test results would prevent me from attending his funeral today. In the end, it was streamed via Zoom, which I'm grateful for but it's a new level of reality that I'm not quite ready for but must accept none-the-less.  

Frederick A. Angley

Escorting me to my seat at my daughters wedding

With baby Noah

Jenn with Grandpa