Like all of you, I am very worried about how and when to navigate moving into the larger world. I for one remain very cautious and vigilant am not quite ready to change any of my behaviors. As more and more cities open, it feels to me like it feels like its déjà vu all over again
As I often do to find answers I look to the past. I am reposting this picture of my great Uncle Henry who was a victim of the flu in 1918. The second wave.
When the flu first hit in March 1918, the first wave didn’t appear particularly deadly. Cases dropped off during the summer and most hoped that by August it had run its course.
It was only the calm before the storm.
From September through November 1918, the death rate skyrocketed. In the US alone 195,000 Americans died from the Spanish flu in just the month of October. Including that young vital man in the picture, my twenty-something Great Uncle Henry Posner.
Unlike a normal seasonal flu which mostly claimed victims among the very young and the very old, the second wave of the Spanish Flu exhibited a huge spike composed of healthy 25-35-year-olds in the prime of their lives, dying a horrid death of drowning in their own fluid-filled lungs.
Dr. Fauci is warning us, that “nightmare” pandemic isn’t close to over.
Please err on the side of caution my dear friends.
Remember folks, it ain’t over till it’s over.