As I plan the July memorial service for my father, I am continually frustrated by a set of illogical and constantly changing rules. I can’t have more than five, or is it 10, or is it 50 people present? And, they have to be able to stand at least six feet apart. I should probably sanitize everything in sight.
As the guest(s) arrive, I need signage that leads to the hand-sanitizing stations. We will not sit. And once the ceremony is done, everyone must leave the area. No consoling hugs and keep those tears inside the non-medical masks.
If we were only a professional sports team, or if we could call this event some kind of protest or like some, we could just ignore all those rules. And, by the way, none of the recent outbreaks have been linked to any of the unsanctioned rallies we all watched on the news. If only life was normal.
If we went about our normal, free-citizen business, we would be like Justin Trudeau and all those other “do as I say and not as I do” people. And my family would say goodbye to my dad in a private, dignified, and loving way that causes no harm to anyone.