Last week my co-worker died of COVID.
While the rest of us were stuffing our faces with turkey and hello salad, my co-worker lay dying in a hospital bed.
When I first heard the news I was mad.
How ironic: here we are talking about ending legalized abortion in the US because a minority of religious zealots think we should value “life” before viability, while at the same time a minority of morons (and yes, there’s some overlap) are lying to people about the risks to their life from COVID.
Why weren’t you vaccinated, my friend?
Why haven’t we done more to squash this virus?
Why do we keep letting these lying-ass motherfuckers deceive the world about COVID?
Why do these lying-ass motherfuckers get to have more say about our COVID response than the rest of us?
As angry as I was (and still am), I was able to get in touch with the underlying hurt.
It hurts knowing someone I knew and cared about is dead because they chose to believe a lie.
It hurts knowing those COVID liars suffer no consequences for all the damage they’ve done.
It cuts to the core to know I live in a world where money and influence are worth more than my life.
I took this photo of one of my rose bushes this morning. Most of the blooms are dying, but a few defiant blooms are still hanging on. When it comes to COVID, I feel like one of those hangers-on. How soon before I, too, will face my demise because of all these idiots?
I want to live in a world where I matter. I’m just not sure yet how to make that happen.
Got any ideas?