I gotta tell ya…while I don’t read and reply to every email or reply I get…the ones I see, I wish I hadn’t.
The information I get looped into is infuriating and tragic.
Some of the same shit you see…a lot I hope you don’t.
While some is posted publicly, I am unfortunately privy to inner channels and circles that I’d prefer to not be.
It’s tough, guys.
I had no idea what I was signing up for when I started this all…and while I’ve met a lot of amazing people…I can only hope I still come out better on the other side.
You’ll probably want to stop reading now…because what I am about to comment on, shouldn’t even be written. I’ll save you from the particulars for those of you foolish enough to not heed my warning, but it’s impossible to have seen so much without lending some recognition through my reach.
Some cry out for attention. Recognition. A simple sounding board.
Left alone…
Grieving and heartbroken.
No parent should have to go through burying a child.
Part of our “New Normal”, a lot of parents are having to bury their “sudden and unexpected deaths” of their children.
None of these stories are good.
The loss of life, future, greatness…
And sadly this is becoming a norm.
We’ve all seen some of these stories…hopefully not too many.
Even more hopefully…nothing that’s hit close to home.
It’s fucking devastating to even think about.
“Ripped away from the prime of their life”.
And, in future substacks, I’ll address some of these…but what I am going to focus on now is the tragedy that most don’t see nor even think about.
Sorry…I didn’t want to be here either.
In a long-term retirement community, Bob has lived his last 15 years. His name isn’t Bob, but that’s what we’re going to go by.
He’s a salty fella and has seen some shit…
He can recant about Trudeau senior and what his life looked like before, during and after.
Bob is in deep dismay over what he’s seen over the last 3 years and his only real reach to the outside world has been through legacy media. He’s a little looped into ‘the Facebook’ to keep track of his children and grandchildren, but spends a lot more time just clicking through links on the papers he reads.
Throughout COVID and the last 3 years, Bob has never been so isolated…and for a large part of this, he’s enjoyed his peace. Of course he loves his children and grandchildren…but also likes his solace.
Bob’s wife passed away a number of years ago and when he could no longer keep house and he was restricted to travel, took residence in a community that would support him.
Since then, through restrictions, he’s not been as fond of his left-aloneness.
“You really don’t understand what is important to you, until you realize it’s gone”, Bob said.
Unfortunate, for Bob…he’s seen strike 3…but not been counted out.
Bob buried his parents 30 years ago and was witness as his wife and brother took ill…watched as they passed and mourned their loss. There was a lot of adjustments in his life…but none so devastating as what he’d seen in the last year.
“I bought them both their first bicycles”, he recanted, about presents he’d bought for his grandchildren.
“They weren’t very good when I took them out riding, but they’d gotten better”. These were the words of a proud grandparent.
While Bob had little appreciation of his grandson always focused on a game and his granddaughter always having messy hair…he’d loved them both with all of his heart.
“I’d have given anything I can for those children”.
Bob’s son passed away…suddenly and unexpectedly.
“I told him the jabs were poison”, he mumbled.
Bob’s daughter-in-law, Susan, worked at the hospital. They were all lined up for the vaccinations early. It was a priority, you know. Keep the Healthcare workers and seniors safe.
Sue made sure to have her husband along with her for not only the ride, but so that he’d be included in the primary roll-out. Limited quantities, you know.
Bob has watched more seniors cycle throughout his community in the last 3 years than had in the 10 years prior. Comings and goings of the elderly never really shocked him much. Some were in okay health, a lot were in poor health.
They’d all compare the number of prescriptions they were on, often lamenting on which ones were really good, never talking about the ones that zapped them of their energy and were the cause of them needing an afternoon nap. Bob knew.
It wasn’t hard to figure out that the number of prescriptions that somebody was on was a greater chance of their being gurney wheeled out from their room. “Not rocket science”, he said. “Take 12 pills, 2 times per day and you knew they weren’t long for this world”.
Bob doesn’t get visitors anymore.
When Bob’s son died, suddenly and unexpectedly, his family wasn’t prepared. House went into probate…mortgage rates up…Sue, made a good living, but not enough to support the family with their meager lifestyle on a single income.
Sue had to take the kids and move to the coast to be closer to her family for support. She’d eventually lost the house and hand to surrender their family vehicles. $47 dollars remained in her account, credit cards maxed when she returned the U-Haul after her move.
It’s only a few hundred miles away, from Sue and her children to Bob.
Bob knows that he’ll never see them again.
He’s tried to take more to social media…and from having only taken a single aspirin per day, Bob’s up to 3 prescriptions, never been jabbed.
He’s counting down the days…Bob’s survived devastation, but his outlook is devastating.
It’s hard to put into words all of the stories I read…Bob, in my story is not a single person, but a combination of what I’ve read.
I’ll keep the confidences as requested and afforded to me…but when you read about all of the lives lost and remember those who are limited in their reach…
There are a lot of Bob’s out in this world.
Sad, separated and alone.
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This breaks my heart. So many seniors. So very sad