In 1967 I met a guy and we became instant best friends. When I was married in 1969 he was my best man. In turn when he was married in 1971 I was honored to be his best man. We've maintained our friendship even though he now lives in Olathe, Kansas. He grew up in Waterloo, Iowa and when I got my first coaching/teaching job a mere twelve miles away his home became my home away from home. As one might expect I had the opportunity to know his parents on a personal basis. They married young at 18 and their son came along only ten months after. They were fun and we laughed a lot. They gave me wonderful memories.
Their names were John and Arlene. The mom was and still is at age 90 something a pip. John passed away eight years agoor so. Arlene now lives in a senior assistance facility and hates it. She loves to dress up in her finery with perfect make-up and get out. One of her favorite items on her agenda is to go to the casino. I saw her last February at lunch. She had on a beautiful blue dress and wore a blue hat with a feather coming out of the side. Hats are a sign of elegance. Arlene laughs and knows how to be hip. She is the epitome of the definition of fun. She told me two guys in the home who are her age have been hitting on her. She then said she wanted to be a cougar; that they were too old. You get the picture.
Arlene has a granddaughter, Jenny, who lives close by and she has two children. Arlene has not been able to see them since the PanicDema began. Well, you know the phrase, "My body my choice."
If this is the case as it is in every state can't we allow Arlene the choice of seeing family? The government bureauracy is denying its citizens of the basic human right of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness to satisfy their own selfish needs.
What a pity.
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