It's hard to believe it is June 6. My Aunt Maryanns birthday. Yesterday was my Dads birthday. They had a tradition growing up; my Dad would give my aunt Mary Ann a dollar for her birthday; the next day she would give it back to him for his. They did not have extra funds to go around in those days.
Hard to believe it was three months ago that I decided to take a look at my old blog. March was a busy month, ending with the burial of my sister Holly's ashes. We lost her more than a year ago to a form of negligent homicide that many people during the Covid lockdowns experienced. At the time it felt like we were the only sisters experiencing this atrocity. since then I have heard many horror stories. For those who still trust governmental authorities; I can only draw a boundary while you walk you own journey. No one will diminish my loss or the experience I have had. I forgive those who were caught in the storm of compliance. The authorities that pretend their inadequate and criminal lockdowns and protocols were necessary. I do pray for justice!
I never expected to share my raw views. My handicapped sister was in the hands of a nursing home staff who were supposed to watch her while she ate. She had a birth defect that caused her to choke and aspirate if not watched carefully. A temporary employee ignored the request of other employees who begged her to stay with Holly and not feed her so quickly. My sister was left alone until she was in cardiac arrest. The emergency doctor confirmed this was how she died. I listened and I walked across the parking lot and asked the administrator for the nurses notes for that day; He refused to give me anything. I will spare you the rest of the heartlessness. Covid kept us from monitoring her care. There is so much more but I will spare you and myself the drama.
I have been pondering the need to share any of my feelings or opinions based on my personal experiences. There are people who believe the tests were accurate, even though I met many people who tested positive and never got sick. People well into their sixties and seventies. I even had doctors argue with me about this. Most of us are over it; over any need to prove anything. The vaccines failed most; even though many will still defend that they prevented severe disease. This isn't something I would discuss before or after a reading. Please don't ask me to. I would not discuss this with anyone but a very close friend. I have vented many times.
So, here I am three months later. Finishing something I started and reflecting on what is truly important now.
I heard this recently'; It seemed appropriate to our times in general.