Dad and I rarely saw eye to eye. We fought so much when I was growing up, I think we yelled ‘I hate you’ more than ‘I love you’. But Covid-19 changed all of that... It was meant to be an enjoyable holiday, the cruise of a lifetime, but really it was the giant floating petri dish that allowed Covid-19 to dock on Australian shores. Through tragedy, came forgiveness and second chances. Dad, you are a cockroach – an atomic bomb couldn’t kill you...a virus named after a beer has no chance...