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 I was planning to update my gourd rattle project today when I received a message from my brother this morning. One of our cousins passed away last night from Covid-19. 

During the summers Dave and 2 his sisters would stay at our house for 2 weeks. Afterwards Pop would take us all back to Ohio and my brother and I would spend 2 weeks at their house. They were always fun times, raiding my aunt's garden eating all the veggies, looking for water moccasins near the creek (I don't think they live in Ohio but it was fun to look for them). Dave was the person who taught my brother and me how to ride a bike. His wife has also tested positive to the virus. It was inevitable that the pandemic would become personal.

May you rest in peace Dave.

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  1. RonaldNovember 8, 2020 at 3:53 AM

    Great post, Jerry. I think I was trying to decide how to write about this. I can't do better. Thanks. Ron

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  2. Far Side of FiftyNovember 10, 2020 at 9:45 PM

    Yes it gets real personal when someone you are related to dies. I am sorry for your loss. Things are getting worse around here...hospitals are full or near full. Sounds like we could be in for a long stretch...stay safe!

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