As I had mentioned before, my father had to be put into a home for the last 3 1/2 months before he passed away because it became impossible to take care of him as well as keep him out of trouble. However, before he completely lost his memory and didn't even recognize my mom, he asked my her and some of my siblings who were visiting if he had done something wrong since they weren't allowed inside to visit with him but, instead, had to talk through a window. It reminded me of an inmate talking on a phone to family on the other side of the glass in a prison.
The lockdown of the care facilities prevented mom from staying with him during his last days or even hours. And when they realized he was likely not going to last much longer, there was no time for mom to get there to be with him before he passed. It was between the time when the nurse checked up on him, ran out to call to my mom that it probably wouldn't be long, and when she came back in. Roughly 5-10 minutes apart. He died alone.
I wouldn't lose any sleep if any/all of the collaborators involved in this genocide campaign ended up being removed from the roster of the living, whether it be after a fair and public trial or not. Any of them hoping for a life sentence should be given two words: THE END. How's that for a sentence?
