Thursday, April 16, 2020

Love in a grocery bag

In our lifetimes could we ever have imagined this suffering of humanity and the feel of isolation? In many ways, I feel we are better off than most since we are retired. Yet it really isn't easier, is it?

I decided when I first had children that I would live nearby at least one of them even if it meant moving across the country. My kids were raised with extended family a couple thousand miles away. I did not want that for them. Hence, we live near all of my grandchildren which has been wonderful. Now we live close, but still, it seems so far. They come by stopping by at a distance; I just want to touch them, hug them. So close but yet so far.

This is the end of the world as we knew it. Lessons are being learned in the most difficult way. Indeed we are learning new ways of living. Obtaining food has taken on a variety of methods. My son insisted that he shop for us. Feeling guilty, we decided to do 'pick-up' shopping. This failed drastically when pick-up times stretched to more than two hours after the scheduled time. We were going to go to the store ourselves, but I met with the wrath of my son. He doesn't want to take chances with his old mom. Now we are back to my son shopping for us.

It is nice to be loved so deeply. Perhaps all of this is making our loved ones more aware of this tentative life we live and the possibility of losing loved an older generation.

In the future, more and more people might work from home. Large audience events will be handled differently. Our children might even have a different type of education. It will all change.

My sister June equates it to the Depression that our parents went through. It certainly changed their lives. And, in the long run, it affected ours as well.

We must all pull together putting aside our own wishes in order that this will turn around. Please be safe and be smart.

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