My Christmas tree never made it to the blog last year due to untimely circumstances. A few days before Christmas, my son fell ill to COVID-19. I was looking forward to having him back home, but he was too ill to drive and he stopped at a rest area approximately 2 hours away.
My family grabbed masks, hand sanitizer and hit the road. Upon arrival, he was laying against his window appearing lethargic. We motioned to put his mask on which he did. We ourselves masked up, and helped him out of his car. I sanitized his car as best I could. My husband decided he should be the one to drive him home. So, off we went. Once home, “Keeping in mind this could be covid,” we put him in the farthest room away. We are fortunate this particular area has a bathroom and everything he needed to get by. There were no appointments for days to be tested so we did the best we could keeping him comfortable and handing meals to him. Finally, we had an appointment for the covid test. My son was positive but we were not. He received medication and told to rest. Christmas was very different as my son sat in a chair far from us, wearing his mask as he opened gifts. The best gift my family received was my son recovering from Covid-19 and by the grace of God the rest of the family was spared.
