Laugh After Death

On this day 2 years ago, my father, Willis Milden, went to the hospital, with what we thought was severe flu symptoms and within twenty-four hours he died. 4 days prior, we were together, laughing, talking, and having lunch. Then in the blink of an eye, he was gone. It wasn't the flu. We were told that he had pneumonia and water on the lungs and he succumbed to respiratory failure, coupled with sepsis. Everything about how he died, resembled Covid but the experts would likely say that the timeline does not add up. Perhaps, I'm just grasping at straws, to give justification to a death that still feels so untimely. My Dad was vibrant and full of life and really had just begun living his best one. 7 months before he passed, we watched him walk across the stage and get his Master's Degree in psychology. It was something that at the age of 66, he strived for and accomplished. He was crushing his goals one by one, first with getting his GED, then