For My Friend

This was not the first post I had planned. I am writing through tears. I am writing to express rage and sadness.

I’ve known my friend since college. We may not have always been close. But, we were bonded together through fraternity and have always kept in touch through Facebook.

When I got sick with covid, she was quick to offer me kind words and support. She shared my story. She railed against those not taking precautions. Now, I’m sharing hers and nothing about this seems fair.

She’s been through so much and she’s always smiled through it. She has one of the coolest tattoos I have ever seen in honor of her grandma. She jokes, she laughs, she is light.

Now, she is on a ventilator on 100% oxygen and she is fighting for her life.

She is immunocompromised. She has taken every precaution that she could. She still got sick because her dad’s co-worker went to work even though he was sick.

We have a social responsibility to each other. “Don’t fear the virus” shouldn’t equal don’t understand and respect the seriousness of the virus and don’t do everything you can to keep yourself and others safe.

And now, my friend is paying the cost for another person’s disregard of that responsibility.

I saw a comment on another post regarding covid that so many people don’t seem to take it seriously until it actually affects them or someone they love.

It shouldn’t have to hit your friends and your family for you to care, for you to take it seriously, for you to believe it’s serious.

By the time it hits home, it’s already wrecked several other people’s homes.

May you survive your fight, my friend. We need you here.

#covid #hospital #wearamask