As days proceed - being a volunteer takes its toll. Before we read on, spare a thought for the hospi workers, the crematoria workers.......they are facing this 18 hrs a day, 7 days.
The disconnect between the bureaucracy and us normal mortals has never been higher.
Back to me. I am soaking in the pain of my friends, my people, my country. A single day does not pass when I don't feel like I have lost. And lose, we do. Another half a dozen of known folks die every day.
This war of attrition is a "war" like no other.
I feel like cussing. I feel like responding to complete a**holes and telling them that positivity does not help when you are losing.
What helps is recognition, awareness, compassion, and kindness.
Positivity is best left to spin doctors.
We, as fellow humans, need to participate in the grief, and yet at the end of the day, help in uplifting our fellow humans. Today it's a pyre on their gates, tomorrow it will be on ours. ("will" not "might be")
A plague on both my houses.
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