My Husband Died of Covid-19 — And the President Allowed It to Happen
A loving doctor, husband, father, and grandfather was lost. I won’t let his death be in vain.
Two hundred thousand is an unfathomable number — a numbing number — but there is real human pain behind it.
I was married to Jay Galst for 47 years and 10 months until he died needlessly this spring. Until mid-March, he was still working at his Manhattan ophthalmology practice, seeing his patients whom he cared deeply about. As he…