Tuesday, April 28, 2020
It hit home...
Our youngest son came by to borrow the truck yesterday. We haven’t seen him since this ‘shelter at home’ started. His wife is a nurse and works in the Infectious Disease department at a local hospital. Yes, she is definitely on the front lines.
Since DH and I are apparently at the vulnerable age... and DH is going through radiation, they have been keeping their distance for safety sake. We talk, text, and Skype... but I miss the company, hugs, and dinners together.
What really hit me was when our son came to the door masked... as I was... and we both social distanced. But this was MY SON and I couldn’t hug him hello. I understand and accept it... but it made the seriousness of this pandemic hit home in an even bigger way.
Our oldest grandson lives here with us, but our other children and grandchildren live further away. Of course they’re also sheltering at home for the most part. Oldest son and his wife work in a hospital in Hawaii (yes, front lines again). Daughter and her family live in the hill country so they are away from city crowds, but do work in essential businesses. We all talk and text a lot and everyone checks in on everyone... but still there's that underlining buzz of worry (us for them and them for us).
We all try to act that everything is fine... and although it's really not, at least it's bearable for those of us that have food, shelter, and are luckily not alone. And truthfully, I'm willing to continue this sheltering and social distancing forever if it means not losing any of the ones I love to this virus.
But I also know that the situation is complicated... and unprecedented.... and everyone is trying to find their way. Guess we can only hang in there and hope that common sense and medical expertise will win out.
Someone had this on their blog not too long ago (sorry I forgot who), and I liked it. Facing this pandemic together through blogging as well as all the other technological wonders makes it more bear-able (no pun intended).
And again, thanks for reading. I appreciate your being there more than you know.