Father B. warns us not to drink from the cup or do "Peace Be With You" handshakes if we're sick. Obama says wash your hands, cover coughs.
Swine flu reminds me that life ends. My best friends J. and M. are dead; J's mother, who has lost three of her five children, has "adopted" me. She's almost eighty; when she doesn't answer the phone, I panic, make frantic calls.
Yes, let's wash our hands, stock up on sanitizer, but let's thank God for our world and our lives. The yellow beauty of dandelions, the miracle of children with our features.