I'm looking out at the garden and it's a lovely sunny spring day but blustery with the odd shower. Everything looks full of promise and then I remember the news and that the world outside my little bubble is not looking good at all. It's hard to compute both realities really at times. I dread to think what it's like in Italy. And dread thAt it will be like that here in a couple of weeks too.
Agreed. I genuinely think the world will not be the same again. Even those that survive and move on - 100k deaths is better than 500k dwaths but 100k dying means a lot of people will have lost a child, a parent, a grandparent, a colleague and a friend. There will be no proper way of mourning - no funerals allowed. People will carry the grief and the fear for the rest of their lives.
This is a generation defining event. It's like a war in that respect.
And what about those people who come out of it with permanent lung damage, or other damage?
I am terrified of deaths for other reasons or say kids with broken arms that never get fixed beacuse the NHS has collapsed and we have to DIY at home.
Businesses will collapse, people will lose their jobs, their homes etc.
However, we can't just sit here we have to try to keep on living somehow and that's really hard in itself.