Grieving In the time of COVID-19

My grandmother, my last surviving grandparent, died one week ago today. Non-COVID; she just ran out of time.

We buried her a little over 24 hours later. And when I say “we” I actually mean “a few members of the family” b/c of CDC guidelines on gatherings as well as funeral home skittishness with being around both the living and the dead. Our governor hasn’t seen fit to issue a shelter in place order, but there are those of us here who see what is going on around us and are reacting accordingly.

It’s very odd to lay someone to rest with ten people in attendance when it would easily have been twenty times that; everyone understands the circumstances but personally I’m PISSED. Not about her being gone; she got nearly a century on this rock and I have no beef about that. I just wonder how many other people have gone/will go through this that perhaps didn’t have to because of the weaponized ignorance we’re currently living under in this country. The hatred of everything and anything connected to PBO has gotten and sadly will continue to get people KILLED. I for one would love to see some light at the end of this particular tunnel.