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[dewline]

Yesterday, I was in a therapy chat.

Managed to remind myself during that session that six - seven? - people I knew to care about have died during the Pandemic so far. Only one directly due to the virus, and yet...

I'm not in tears, but there is a sense of a quiet gut-punch here.

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[librarygeek]

Five people I knew since my childhood, six more people my teachers, nine friends or relations of friends... So twenty for me.

Yes, I'm still either howling in grief or coldly raging at everyone still downplaying this pandemic, but I recognize that, so I'm dealing. Not well, but dealing better than just stuffing everything down.

Unlike many people, my grandmother survived the influenza pandemic, the Great Depression, got letters returned to her from family in the Holocaust, and basically survived everything thrown at her until 93 years old. One *tough* old lady, who only died in 1995 and 93 years old.

This is still our current hell, of so many levels in the Inferno. Virtual hugs if you want them.

[cmcmck]

We have been fortunate (if you can call it that) that the only person we knew who it has taken is one of his cousins.

[thewayne]

Yeah, that would be a gut-punch! But that's what therapy chat is for.

[kartoffeltorte]

:( So sorry Dwight.