This is what I feel.
We’re approaching 30,000 COVID deaths here in Pennsylvania, over the course of 17 months. That’s like 1,750 per month. So, approaching a 9/11 death-toll every single month for over a year.
No memorials. No healing. No moments of silence. Nothing.
Sure, the IRS keeps knocking. Local hospital network keeps emailing me for donations. Remember when car insurance companies gave us automated discounts those first two months? HAH.
Through all of this I am reminded of one thing, very soundly; we’re on our own.