“It’s one of those things COVID can cause,” Maya Patrick said.
Like tens of thousands of other Americans, Craig Patrick needed to be hospitalized.
And like many of the more than 200,000 who have died, Craig Patrick spent much of that time alone, in isolation.
His condition, Maya Patrick said, seemed as if it was on the upswing and then it would deteriorate.
His struggle eventually arrived at a place everyone fears. A daughter knew she had to get home to say goodbye. “It got to the point where I had to think about getting a flight,” she said.
Her friends wouldn’t hear of it, though. The pandemic was raging, and air travel was still considered risky. They piled her into a car and drove her the 600 miles to Detroit.
“I got to be with him for three hours,” Maya Patrick said. “That was really nice.”
Craig Patrick died April 29.
In the days after, Maya and her family went to clean out his apartment – one of those crummy tasks that has to be done. They found a trove of photos, shed some tears and shared good memories.
Then there was the matter of that bike. Maya asked her sisters if anyone wanted it, and if not, she would like to have it. She knew it had made her dad happy, and that in turn made her happy.