With COVID, came Governor Newsom’s radical closure of the state March 17, 2020 which immediately ended all that I knew that was my life. All the campgrounds closed and out RV wouldn’t start. Something so simple.

We were made to abandon our RV by Park Rangers deputized by the Governor to “shut down the state”. We had to go into “county care”. It was not voluntary. He died three-and-half months later in a FEMA isolation camp. Yes, he did of liver cancer as he’d been on UCSF’s liver transplant list the last year of his life (pandemic shut down ended that hope), but it was the fault of the government’s extreme and unconstitutional reaction to COVID-19 that he died heartsick because he knew I was going to be truly homeless once he took his last breath.

What HE didn’t know was I had just discovered the lump on my breast, but I told no one, not even him because all medical care was shut down. There was no one to GO to.

Sherman Island County Park, California – March 8, 2020

Sherman Island County Park – March 17, 2020 (our much loved home of nearly a decade we bought when his SSI was approved in 2012)

Sacramento – March 25, 2020 (early Project Roomkey)

Sacramento – April 22, 2020 (homeless and deeply depressed with the pandemic raging and his liver transplant cancelled)

Sacramento – June 2020

Sacramento – May 2020

(me) Sacramento – May 2020