The daughter of an internist in the Bronx, the father of a nurse practitioner in Southern California and the son of a nurse in McAllen, Texas, share how grief over their loved ones’ deaths from covid-19 has affected them.
These health care workers were profiled in KHN and The Guardian’s yearlong “” project.
Dr. Reza Chowdhury was a with a private practice in the Bronx and a trusted voice in New York鈥檚 Bengali community. His daughter, Nikita Rahman, said that despite underlying health issues putting him at higher risk of developing covid complications, he saw patients through mid-March last year, when he developed symptoms. He died on April 9, 2020.
Nikita Rahman, Reza Chowdhury’s daughter:
My therapist says grief is the final act of love. Every time I miss him, I think about how that is my love for him, showing up again. I like that framing of it. I think I only recently realized just how much I loved him.
He was so beloved by the community for just being a general practitioner who did his job really well and cared and was honest. He was so present and could find life and enjoyment in the little things, like taking a walk. He loved his breakfast, even if it was the same breakfast every day.
In March, I flew home from California to be with my family. I was reading about covid cases spiking in Italy and was freaking out. My mom and I tried to convince my dad, who was immunocompromised, to stay home from work. He said: 鈥淣o, it鈥檚 not a big deal.鈥
Then in mid- to late March he started to feel sick. At that time, everyone was so worried about hospitals being over capacity that the [guidance] was not to come in unless you鈥檙e insanely sick. We eventually took him to the hospital. He was there for about 10 days and then he had a heart attack.
I鈥檒l sometimes visit my dad鈥檚 grave by myself and bring tea, because my dad always drank tea, and read letters my friends have written over the past year. He was into growing nice grass, so whenever [my mother, brother and I] go, we bring nice grass to make sure his plot is nicely manicured. He told really good stories. I would do anything for audio recordings of him telling stories. Now I鈥檝e started recording conversations with family members.
When someone dies, the world carries on. You鈥檒l take a walk and you鈥檙e so upset, but people around you may be laughing or carrying on with their lives. You want the world to reflect how you feel inside. You want it to rain. Because of the pandemic, everyone鈥檚 kind of miserable. Everyone鈥檚 at home, having to process a lot. It has been nice, in a way, to be forced to sit down and process it. There鈥檚 no running away from confronting your feelings.
Nueva Parazo was a and one of scores of health care workers from the Philippines who have died of covid-19. Her father, Chito Parazo, described her as a skilled and compassionate nurse and doting daughter. She died on Sept. 5, 2020.
Chito Parazo, Nueva Parazo Singian’s father:
It鈥檚 true, life has to go on, but it will never be the same. I鈥檓 70 years old. I have maybe 10, 15 years left. Maybe less. Of course, I鈥檓 happy I鈥檓 still alive, but for me, we鈥檙e just going through the motions of living. We lost our 9-year-old son, Xerxes, years ago in an accident and I still cannot accept the fact that he died. My children were the priceless jewels in my life, and I lost both of them.
During the early days of the pandemic, I asked [Nueva] to file a leave of absence. She said, 鈥淚 cannot just turn my back on these helpless people. This is the job that I chose.鈥
Her youngest son brought her to the hospital on Aug. 3 because she was complaining about difficulty breathing. She probably suspected that she had contracted the virus. When my wife was admitted to the same hospital in December with covid, the staff remembered Nueva. They said: 鈥淲e tried to save her, Mr. Parazo, but we couldn鈥檛. Her lungs were so badly damaged.鈥
I鈥檓 so proud of her. She did her best to save people despite all the dangers she faced.
I shaved my head after Nueva died and made a vow to let it grow after the first anniversary of her death. I鈥檝e been taking medication to combat my depression. Despite the fact that I have psoriatic arthritis in both of my knees, a bone spur in my left foot and spinal stenosis, I still go bowling to forget what happened. It鈥檚 hard, but I have to be strong for the sake of my three grandkids and my wife.
Jessica Cavazos was a , and the family member everyone turned to for sage advice and a dose of optimism. Cavazos had not seen her son, Jayden Arrington, since 2013. After she died on July 12, 2020, Arrington, 19, reunited with her family.
Jayden Arrington, Jessica Cavazos’ son:
I called her Mamo. There were some family issues that kept me from having more time with her, and that is hard for me to live with. I hadn鈥檛 seen her since I was 10. When I was 17, I called her and we spoke for two or three hours, and I assumed after I turned 18 I鈥檇 start seeing her again. She passed without having her own son with her.
Some days I can鈥檛 function or accept that some people鈥檚 expiration dates are not what you want them to be.
I鈥檝e learned that God鈥檚 not going to give it to you how you want it. He鈥檚 going to give it to you in a way to see how you鈥檙e going to bounce back. I鈥檝e grown over the last several months. I鈥檝e learned how to control my feelings, and be more open to what鈥檚 given to me in life. And also be more thankful for what I have.
I see things a little differently since [my mom died]. I try to find ways where every day is a good day, where I don鈥檛 regret anything or have a negative effect on anyone. I try to keep people around me who I know can help me get through my days.
Sometime this month, I鈥檓 hoping to receive an acceptance letter [to a nursing program]. I want to become a registered nurse, just like Mamo.
These conversations have been condensed and edited.
