My family and friends have been fortunate so far; no deaths or serious illness.
But daily we hear about the number of deaths caused by (or attributed to) Covid.
It becomes just a meaningless number after a while and I don't feel the human tragedy as much.
Maybe that's good for my own sanity.
But one particular Covid death really got to me yesterday.
A local group has been planting a cross for each death statewide.
The sight of it reminded me of "Flanders Field, where poppies grow between the crosses row on row".
It was a truly numbing, yet amazing sight to behold.
But when I focused on just one of those nameless crosses, the emotions kicked in as I thought of that one family and that one victim and their loss and the frustration and loss and failure being absorbed by their medical caregivers, and all of that multiplied by the thousands.
This too shall pass, as will we.
2020 Covid deaths in just one state.
In Flanders fields.
Flanders Fields by John McCrae, A WWI Canadian army doctor.
Written following the death of his close friend and compatriot Lieutenant Alexis Helmer
Edited by Rogerdodger, 16 January 2021 - 11:00 PM.