I do have a story to tell about how I am affected by Virus. No, nobody I know has died--what is happening right now, death would be a mercy.
My uncle has been suffering from neurological issues for decades. Eleven brain tumors, two strokes and now Parkinson's. He suffered a fall which broke some of his facial bones. Prior to this, he was blind in one eye, but now he is totally blind.
In these days of VirusRegime, ironically the last place you want to be is a hospital. Because it was a legit emergency my aunt had him rushed to the hospital. As far as I can tell, he wasn't magically coded as "a COVID" but because of Virus, he's had no visitors. I had great anxiety at the possibility that some misguided doctor, nurse or technician would euthanize him, but fortunately my aunt made it absolutely crystal clear that she would not consent to such a thing.
I must pause here because what separates Christians and non-religious is that the latter generally believe that there is no dignity in suffering while the former (especially Catholics) believe in redemptive suffering. "And [God] said unto me, 'My grace is sufficient for thee: for My strength is made perfect in weakness.' Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me." (2 Corinthians 12:9) If nothing else, by sticking up for her ailing husband, my aunt makes good on her commitment her marital vows until the very end.
Fortunately, my uncle was transferred out of the hospital into a rehab center but still, he gets no visitors. Because he's blind, and his wife is not by his side, and because the only thing he can sense is the screams of other elderly people also tormented by their isolation, he is stuck in his own little hell on earth. I pray for him constantly because I worry and there is little else I can do.