In New York City, the epicenter of the COVID-19 pandemic in
the U.S., life is slowly adjusting to a new, temporary normal that is at once
both dreadful and mundane.
What is cruelest about this epidemic is that it keeps us
from one another in times of great need and hardship, when the embrace of a
loved one is needed most. This past week our family lost a cousin, Greg O’Rourke, to cancer. His brothers and sisters had to take turns
visiting him, as visitors are restricted due to this outbreak. One sibling had
to wait outside the hospital while the other went in to spend time with him; he
passed away during one of these transitions. They will have to take turns
visiting his graveside at his burial, and the family will hold a mass and
visitation sometime later this year.
Today my wife went to a virtual Shiva using Zoom. Her
friend’s husband quickly succumbed to COVID-19; he was hospitalized on Sunday
and died Thursday. Doctors were so busy treating his illness it took them a
while to notice he had broken his hip when he collapsed at home.
As a family we have not been outside for nearly a month, and
I am going out only late at night to buy groceries when we need them. I spoke
with a friend of mine who is a history professor. He has spent his career
studying biological warfare and pandemics. He said I was doing the right thing,
that one can’t be too careful or too paranoid at a time like this. I take some
comfort in this, also in that if we had left the city, we may have been going
from the frying pan to the fire.
The way to prevent illness is very basic: Stay home, only leave home if you
need to, stay six feet away from people when you do, wash your hands, and don’t
touch your face.
We’ve all become painfully aware of how often we touch our
faces. It’s an awareness that will stay with us when this is over.
This pandemic is of an historic magnitude on par with the
Great Depression—some experts predict unemployment could rise as high as 20%,
levels not seen since that time. Also, the Depression ushered in a new
alignment of a more active government. The U.S. response to the COVID-19
outbreak runs the gamut from bumbled and patchwork to murderously incompetent. There needs to be a reckoning for this, both here and abroad.
And this crisis comes with a reordering of priorities. We’re
talking to friends more, staying in touch with family over the phone or through
online chat services because we don’t know when we’ll get the chance to meet
again in person. We want to check in with people to make sure they are not
forgotten, if there is a way to help. People are getting together to hold benefits,
help friends in need; it’s what is most important now.
Some of us are working from home but would rather be doing
something that really helps the world; and business as usual, while paying the
bills, seems ludicrously clueless and shallow right now.
It’s absurd to get stressed out about work at a time when
people are dying of disease outside your door, but I manage to do it somehow. I
find myself getting angry over stupid stuff at work. I’ll judge myself harshly
for that later.
My family now has a regularly scheduled Zoom conference call
on Saturday night, and I use my corporate Zoom account. Will I get fired for
that? I don’t care.
New York’s death toll is down, but we’re still in the thick of
infection. We’ll keep making plans of
all the things we’ll get to do again once this passes. In the meantime, we put
our heads down and forge ahead, getting through another day, another week…
Stay healthy.
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