In 1968 I was 17 and about to graduate from Nederland High School. We were focused on finals when the outbreak became a horror story. One of my friends lost both of her parents in the same week. She had been an unexpected child and her parents were a little older
They both died while waiting in the hallway of our little hospital for a room. Even though so many more were taken with covid, in 1968 my eyes were opened to the preciousness of life and the fleeting moments of time we spend with our loved ones. Every single day is a gift from God.
I was too young to notice the 1968 epidemic.
Covid dynamics are very different.
We’re more “taken” solely due to Covid?
And by the way, you post was touching and heartfelt. I appreciate it.