Coming To A Town Near You
In early 2019, when John Prine became a victim of this new and mysterious affliction known as coronavirus, I knew things were serious. Like a flower that blooms, left unattended and undernourished the flower will decay and die. Forces of good were being tested and evil was alive and well. Naturally, I began to think in terms of Biblical plagues. A wave of sadness was coming.
For the rest of the year, the scourge of Covid gripped reality by the throat and demanded blood. So many people, all over the world, from all walks of life, gone in a puff of wind. From collective pain to individual horror, everyone has been impacted, feels a void in their heart like no other.
Wasn’t so very long ago, we appeared to morph into a different reality altogether. No one could escape the savage effects of the virus, directly or through word that someone dear was infected. Quarantines, lockdowns, isolation from everything became the new normal. Like a bad weed, Covid bloomed and propagated.
Every day there were new tallies, new heart-rending numbers. No political bend held sway. No degree of quarantine or vaccination would allow us to get the upper hand as the death counts kept rising. We stood in longer lines, wore masks to ward off the demons.
Scared and confused, many learned a valuable lesson. Whether it was us, a family member, a neighbor or a total stranger who contracted this viral phenomena, we were all in this together.