Love in the time of pandemic
I’m a hermit by trade. A loner. And I’m perfectly happy home alone most of the time. Until I was told I HAD to stay home. Now I fret constantly.
My son and his family live about a mile away, and I miss seeing them. He continues to call every day, as he always has. And he and the grandkids used to come over on Sunday nights to watch Star Trek or, more recently, Picard. And every week or ten days my 17-year-old grandson would come over and we’d watch funny YouTube videos or discuss/play video games.
However, my daughter-in-law is in nursing school and is also an EMT driving ambulances. So she’s at high risk of catching the virus and then very possibly infecting her family. And I’m almost 77 and not yet 5 full years past breast cancer treatment. So keeping our distance from one another is all we can do. I worry about her getting sick, and in turn, my son and grandkids. And they worry about me.
So here we all are, loving one another from a distance. And so far we’re all still healthy.