We lost my wonderful Dad on April 13,2020

Both my parents became sick, and they initially thought it was a stomach bug. My dad was so dehydrated that he fell to the floor. My sister, who is a nurse, carried him to Vanderbilt Hospital in Nashville, TN. His oxygen level was 85, and they suspected he had the virus. My daddy was so sick that he asked her to take him to the ER. Unfortunately, she couldn't go in with him, so she had to drop him off.

Later that day, we spoke to him with my boys, and he said he was feeling great. He told us he was feeling better than he had in days. My husband, who is a Lutheran Pastor, had the entire district praying for him. When I was talking to him, he called me "boog," which is his nickname for me. He assured us that God had him in great care with a great doctor and nurse and to take care of my mom, sister, boys, husband, and me. He expressed his love to all of us and said he would see us soon. He kept mentioning that he would have to get off the phone because they were considering putting him on a ventilator. He also spoke with my mom, telling her he was feeling better with the oxygen. That was the last time I heard his voice, and I said, "we love you," fighting back the tears.

In the following days, we received no news about his condition, and we hoped no news was good news. Unfortunately, it turned out to be bad news, and his condition worsened after they put him on the ventilator and administered remdesivir. A friend who is an infectious disease doctor tried to help with vitamin C, but the hospital made excuses, claiming it would be damaging to his kidneys. I pleaded with them to do whatever they could to save him and not treat him like a guinea pig. The next day when we finally heard from them, they said I was a "live-wire," and they even threatened to fire our friend who was trying to help.

My dad was 82 but still strong and fought till the end. On April 13, 2020, the day after Easter, he passed away. My sister was allowed to be with him when he was dying, and she mentioned he was suffering. Despite the hospital claiming his heart was at risk, his heart was the last thing to stop beating since he had previously undergone quadruple bypass surgery in 2008. I begged them to try hydroxychloroquine, but they said it would kill him.

When we started hearing stories about remdesivir, we began to wonder if it played a part in something more sinister. His brain was donated to help others fight the virus. My mom and dad were married for 61 and a half years, and she still grieves every day, as do we all. My dad's story was covered by NBC News the same week he died. His name is Frank Carter, and he was a retired Lieutenant Colonel in the Army. He loved life and helping others, and the world needs more people like him.

I included some names in my letter, such as the nurse who called me a "live-wire," the kidney doctor who stopped the vitamin C, Creech, and other doctors and nurses involved.

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The following videos give a deeper understanding of what has and is continuing to happen. The first is a documentary covering the stories of family who lost their loved ones to involuntary euthanasia. The second video is Michael Elston who is raising awareness of the new Nice Guidelines for NG163 protocol: