I was surprised when I came here to blog by 2 things:
1) they have updated blogger with the newest tools that are normally in google docs
2) that I had already blogged once this pandemic.
My memory feels like crap many, many times. I find things that I have written that I'm surprised about. Or I try to do something and go to save a document with a descriptive name, only I've already done it with that exact name. I blame the 5 years of poor sleep for doing long term damage.
My memory feels like crap many, many times. I find things that I have written that I'm surprised about. Or I try to do something and go to save a document with a descriptive name, only I've already done it with that exact name. I blame the 5 years of poor sleep for doing long term damage.
Other than the obvious health issues for this pandemic, the thing that everyone is going through is the lack of closure, the lack of acknowledging special events. Earlier we celebrated Laura's 11th 29th birthday. That's two prime numbers. She's in the prime of her life. This weekend we're celebrating my folk's 50th wedding anniversary by waving to them from the driveway. Earlier we did Oma's 99th. The kids are finishing their grades without being in class since mid-march. Lucy is done with daycare without the graduation thing that they do.
It's endings without the goodbyes.
I'm still grieving those goodbyes. The closure.
I'm still grieving those goodbyes. The closure.
