listen up old farts, page-66

Listened to a nurse in New York. He said the thing that got him was not the bodies. Death is the deal. Not the trucks. Too many bodies to bury. It was the bags. The cloakroom in the hospital. Filled with handbags and wallets and purses. To be sorted and claimed one day. By families who never got to say goodbye. It was very real grief in his voice.
Our strength as humans is to be resolute in the face of this awful time. And support each other. However we can. The 25 year old baristas can pack bongs and go surfing for all I care. Oh hang about, beaches are closed. Bummer.