Hitting Home

Tom Dempsey kicked field goals for the Bills. Coronavirus killed him.

Boris Johnson.

Marianne Faithful.

The news is tragic.

Men, women and even children.

But it didn’t actually hit home until...

...a man I know from work passed. He’s younger than me. Had a large family, grandkids. Good, solid man.

Then the father of one of my sons friends.

“That’s so awful!” Kathy said when she heard.

Younger than me.

A man who worked out, ran marathons.

Rumors of people sick...

...on ventilators...

...”not going to make it.”

Just a few weeks ago, we were all simply living our lives, oblivious to the fact that our government had been warned about a public safety health hazard that would ravage our lives and kill our co-workers, friends, family members.

“70 Days of Inaction,” the Washington Post detailed.

There were memos released.

That told of this destruction.

Why did they not protect us??????

“It’s unforgivable!” Kathy said. Tears in her eyes as she mourned the Dad of my boy’s friend.

And it is.

I am going to sing it loud every day.

There were 8 golf trips, 9 MAGA rallies...

...at one of those the Coronavirus was decried as the new hoax.

There’s no more to say.

There is blood on their hands.

Whether that blood is there due to incompetence or malicious intent...

...we may never know.

But they’re covered in it.

And now lives are being lost...

...wonderful, hardworking, smart, loving people.

Just gone.

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