The text from my mom appeared while I was walking across the parking lot at DSW, scrambling to find a pair of shiny black shoes for my wedding just four days away.
My mom was finally ready to accept my gay wedding. Then she got covid.
As a Post reporter who covers the pandemic, I feared a potential superspreader event. As a son, I just wanted her there.
Perspective by Fenit Nirappil
November 17, 2022 at 7:00 a.m. EST