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What We Lose Communicating Through Text in a Pandemic

She has bilateral pneumonia and acute respiratory distress. The doctors explain her inflammation to me as a “cytokine storm” that is ravaging her body.

Her decline is steep, only 17 days between diagnosis and death. Looking back at our messages over those 17 days, I am struck by a reversal: I am the one reaching out to her, with long, frequent texts that attempt to draw out time.

I want to be with you, holding your hand.

I know that there’s hope, I’m praying so hard.

Mom, I miss you. Are you there?

My mother’s responses, on the other hand, contract. Our final exchanges are like an aperture closing, the last window through which I can view her.

I know, she writes at one point, so hard.

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My dad is discharged to struggle at home, and I nurse him through an iPad, keeping his face near mine as we sleep so I can listen to his breathing. When my mother dies, I don’t tell him at first, fearing he will follow. But as the days pass, his breath deepens, and the fevers that gripped his body begin to recede, and I say the words. He has been expecting them, but still his face breaks in a way I hadn’t known a face could.

I save my mother’s final texts, but they hold nothing of her voice: the scratchy Jewish Bronx accent, the warmth, the descent of her tone when she knew our call had to end, so full of longing and love: Ok, darling … talk to you soon.


Jennifer Spitzer is an Associate Professor of English at Ithaca College.

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