It’s been a hard week for me. One of my best friends in the world – a man that helped save my life from the periphery and repetitive gloom – lost a kidney and might be facing cancer at age 51. And he’s a man that has one of the cleanest lifestyles I have ever witnessed in all aspects of life, from prayer and diet to language and manner towards the world. I’ve lost an aunt. Now, it’s just my dad – the 12 th of 12 siblings. I have seen or heard of more former classmates of mine passing away from COVID and cancer, from self-inflicted mortal wounds and hard-to-believe inflictions.