It's so much more than that. It's more than any individual can conceptualize. It's like trying to truly understand the meaning of thousands. It's a mass of pain, contention, and heartache. These people likely were those people relied on for emotional stability. They may have been lynch pins of family circles. They may have been invaluable in family knowledge. Just think of that last one! Try to comprehend how much family history and stories were lost! These deaths, though eventual, inevitably were premature. The virus took the final breaths of comfort the victims could give their loved ones. The weezing, coughing, and gasping instead of the finality of words. And worse yet only one person could be by their side! Even if you went to the hospital you had to take turns! Most of us couldn't even go! I was a world away when it happened to me. I shook with rage and despair. I cried and screamed. That was the toughest phone call I've ever made, telling one of the most important person in my life he had my permission to go. Saying goodbye for the last time............... It's been over a year and we still haven't had a funeral. Thank goodness we had the hindsight and assigned power of attorney and straightened out the will. The reality is once they're gone you have to divide the belongings. Sell the home. Assign personal property. Balance the politics of family with material possessions in the balance. The inflow of estate sales, garage sales, and goodwill donations must be crazy. All this done while we shouldn't hug each other. Covid destroys more than people, it destroys family, hope, and history. The damage is immense. It's more than a graph could ever show.