Remembering Those We've Lost
Updated: May 16
In February, President Biden called for flags to be flown at half-mast for five days in memory of the 500,000 people in the United States who have died from the Corona virus. I didn't receive the news. Neither, it seems, did many others. Still, even though 500,000 represents only 0.001 of the nation's population of 300,000,000, it is never too late to remember those we have lost.
I've lost two friends to that darn virus. Alan and Rochelle Loeffler from Home, Kansas, died on the same day in November of last year. I didn't know them well, only on Facebook, yet their deaths have touched me deeply -- as well they should. Each Saturday, Alan posted a piece of scripture. He shared bits of interesting news about what was going on around his farm. In one of the last events in their lives, a dog appeared on their doorstep. Alan and Rochelle took him in and named him Buddy. I've found myself wondering what has become of Buddy. I hope he has found a new home with people who will love him as much as Alan and Rochelle did.
Why am I writing this? I'm not sure. Perhaps, it is to remind myself why I'm going on Friday to receive my "second jab," as a friend in Wales calls it. She's having her second jab today. If you haven't had your jabs, please do. That darn virus is a scourge we don't need or want. May God bless Alan, Rochelle, and the other 499,998 people who have fallen victim to it, especially those, like Alan and Rochelle, who became ill before the vaccine became available.