In recent days I have been reminded of a scene from The Hunger Games.
Every evening the surviving participants would await word from the Capital regarding the fatalities of the day. Peace would reign for a short time while a shot rang out for each death and a photo of each victim was projected into the night sky. In that way each survivor knew what their odds now were of winning but also to grieve for people they had gotten to know and like during their training.
I find myself every evening waiting for the day's data from the Health Service, namely the number of deaths and new cases in the past 24 hours. In this case the deceased remain anonymous, not even given the respect of a name.
Today my heart sank when it was announced that there were new 31 deaths, a big increase from 14 yesterday.
My condolences to their families and friends.
The rest of us live to fight another day.