The numbers are numbing, the tales terrifying. You can spend all day reading and learning and discussing COVID-19, and the way it affects our lives every day. You can spend a portion of every hour doing your part — praying, if that’s your way, or thinking positive thoughts, or keeping the afflicted close to your soul.

And yet it doesn’t feel real until it arrives on your doorstep. Doesn’t pierce your heart until it knocks on your door. Doesn’t reveal its true cruel, insidious nature until it becomes a face. Here at The New York Post, the virus has a face now, and a name. He was Anthony J. Causi, he was a brilliant sports photographer whose pictures brightened these pages for nearly 26 years, whose personality illuminated our lives from the moment our paths first crossed.