So angry. Anxiety, illness and death during the pandemic.

My mom just died this week from cancer.  She lives across the country, so I came here one month ago when she began home hospice to be with her and help with her care. Things progressed quickly from her diagnosis to her death.

During her illness there was total fear and anxiety that she would also get the virus and experience even more pain, that my father and I as her caretakers would get the virus and be debilitated, and that her favorite two visiting nurses would get (or bring) the virus. My daughters, who deeply loved their grandmother, did not get to say their goodbyes because their flights were cancelled, rebooked, and then cancelled again. They are health care professionals and were also reluctant to break quarantine.

Now that she has died, we don't know when we can have her funeral. I don't know when I can return home to my family to grieve with them.

This has made a horrible, terrible situation even more horrible and terrible.  If you have read this far, thank you. I haven't wanted to bring down my family with my anger, but I'm still just furious.