It's been a while, two years to be exact!
I created this blog a few years after my mother died as a place of reflection and continual remembrance of what she gave us. When I reflect on Covid-19 its impact so far, I am painfully reminded how it has robbed millions with precious time with their loved ones that can never be regained. Particularly for those who have love ones who were chronically ill or are chronically ill. If you live long enough you, we will have to painfully watch our loved ones' quality of life change.
Over the past 6 months, I have often been angry at the fact that some seem to have no awareness of the pain COVID-19 has caused. I often wonder if we can forgive those that wanted a hair cut or to watch football when some of us could not see their loved ones for several months or could not be there in the final moments. Not sure if I can on this one. Especially since I haven't forgiven the time around my mother's death.
I also wonder if my mom is there to receive the loved ones of my friends. Kind of a tour guide of Heaven who has been eavesdropping in on my phone, email, and text conversations. I do hope she does. I hope that see remind the newly entered that the illness that once trapped your body and/or mind was left on earth.
I hope you let them know that they will visit their loved ones in butterflies and sunsets.
I hope she lets them know their loved ones will be ok in time. For some, this time is longer and others it is shorter.
This is dedicated to the numerous colleagues, peers, and students who have lost a loved one this year either to Covid-19 or not. Although the circumstances of my mother's death were quite different 13 years ago in that there was no pandemic. I do want you to know that I am here for all of you.
One of the greatest gifts my friends and colleagues who knew me well were to understand that grieving is truly a process, unique to every individual, and lives with always.
