This is the story of my husband, a hardworking, loving man. He was terrified of covid19, as he had some underlying conditions of concern. He continued to work for a well known grocery grocery chain, where he’d been for 38 years. He began “just not feeling good” on April 28th. The only symptom he had was fatigue. We visited our Dr on May 1st, he was put on antibiotics, just in case. By Sunday night, he had lost his sense of taste. He was admitted to the hospital “for further evaluation” on May 4th. He did well, until the 9th and he had to be put on a ventilator. He had all of the experimental treatments, to include plasma and fought hard until he could not anymore. He died on May 24th. His family wasn’t able to see him for over a month and could not say goodbye. Not only did we lose a wonderful husband, father of four, grandfather of two and giving soul, we lost our main source of income, our health benefits and our source of security, the world lost one of the good ones. This is impacting our family, ongoing. Bringing on mental health challenges, financial insecurity and our days ahead. Please, if you haven’t, consider getting vaccinated. I only wish my Ricky could have.