The Phone Call
It was 11:45pm. Finally, the COVID cough was seeming to clear up. I was jolted awake by the ringing of the house phone. For a moment, I thought, “I want this to be a sales call. Please don’t be what I think it is…” The caller ID on the receiver read, “BAE Systems”. The ICU unit in Amarillo, Texas. I recognized it and just for clarification showed it to my wife, Heather. “That’s the hospital. Answer it.” I intuitively knew it was. This call was no cold call. I just wanted the go-ahead from her while I was still in a dim haze. My thumb started to tremble slightly as I touched the Answer button. “Hello?” “Is this Brian? “Yes, it is.” The voice on the other end introduced herself as a nurse in the Intensive Care Unit in Amarillo, Texas. They had tried to reach my mother, but she had not answered. She went on to explain what I feared. My father was taking a turn for the worse. COVID-19 had attacked his lungs, and he was not getting enough oxygen. The only option now fo...