the emergency department shower was full of bodies in body bags, and we found out that the hospital had rented a refrigerated truck to hold the overflow of bodies. people were dying and dying and dying, and we were working so hard. and they were just still all dying. so, my father contracted... the virus. he lived in harlem. he had some real issues with diabetes and other conditions. i remember going to visit him in the hospital before he passed. what i remember so vividly is him-- i'm gonna start to cry. [music] is that, you know, him struggling to breathe. him struggling to breathe. like, literally, every... fiber of his body was struggling to breathe. i am one of the many people who lost a father,