Having lost my aunt to COVID in August, I take no joy in anyone getting it.
Our country is so broken. At a time when we should be rallying together, we’re at each other’s throats. One side is cheering the possibility of Trump dying and I know that there are those on the other side who would be cheering if this was happening to Biden instead.
We’ve lost our way and I don’t know if we can ever find it again.
Once upon a time, I thought it would be fun to have an old fashioned blog, where I could write about the world and give me thoughts on whatever caught my interest. I had a blog in high school and I had one in college so I figured I might as well have one in adulthood.
It started out as a fun but, in 2020, that ended. The world has not been fun to write about lately. I’m a political junkie and even I’m sick of the presidential election. I had to turn off the first presidential debate. That’s the first time that I’ve ever done that.
On August 25th, my aunt Kay died on COVID-19. With my family spread out across the country and with quarantine still in effect for many of them, no one was able to attend the memorial service. That’s the reality for a lot of people right now. And, unfortunately, our leaders either don’t seem to understand or don’t seem to care just how difficult this is for everyone.
The world has changed and we don’t know what the future holds. I’m going to keep blogging, though. I can’t say that I have any special insight about what’s going on or what’s going to happen. I’m just like everyone else. I’m just hoping for the best and expecting the worst.