Until this point in the pandemic, I considered my friends lucky in that none of the people in my orbit that I knew had fallen victim to COVID-19.
That streak ended today when a friend from high school - a super guy - a year younger than I died back home.
I had known people who had lost people that they knew, but this was the first person that I interacted with for a period of time with. The last time I saw him was at his place of business while I was doing a compliance visit. That was about 14 years ago, but if I saw him back home, we'd know each other and catch up.
This sucks, on so many levels.
I don't need to tell y'all that it does - we're all in the same boat together.
My husband likes to joke that life with me is seven degrees of Cookie. I am always running into people that I know in some way or another.
This is one of those times when I wish that it hadn't touched the life of a schoolmate.
Wear your mask, stay home, only go out when you have to.