“The pandemic lockdowns will hopefully be remembered as one of the most destructive forces in America’s history. For me, like many Americans, the costs are VERY personal and tragically real.
I learned Thursday evening that my little sister died. She didn’t die of Coronavirus or even some comorbidity or whatever other terms the media is throwing out. She died from .. the lockdown and the toll it took on her way of life. She is loved.
She was 49 and the lockdown killed her – a loss of life the media doesn’t want to talk about.
We were latchkey kids and I was the oldest. I walked her to and from school, made breakfast (well, french toast was all I knew how to make) and lunches. We fought over what to watch on afternoon TV when we got home. We played, we fought, we did what siblings
do did. Damnit!
is was a paralegal at a law firm that had precious few hours to give as the court system in her very large city shut down. It shut down, as the rest of the city did, as an ordered response to COVID-19. Since then, she hasn’t been able to afford her very meager lifestyle. I could hear the sadness in her voice each week when we talked on the phone. Those calls became less frequent in recent weeks.
Not being able to work, go out with friends, visit family … survive – it all weighed on her. She wouldn’t even accept a free trip to visit us – likely because she felt ashamed that she couldn’t afford it herself.
We don’t know for sure yet, but I think she just stopped taking her insulin. Maybe she decided to let a now impossibly difficult life slip away rather than face the growing mountain of shit that politicians and their useless lockdowns left at her small apartment door.
She was 49 and politicians killed her – a loss of life they choose to ignore.
But the cost of the lockdowns isn’t limited to my little sister. How many like her are out there?”