This past year, I’ve known so many friends and social media friends who’ve lost loved ones and are heading into the holidays with heavier than usual hearts.
Many friends have lost a parent. One dear friend lost her mother and then, shortly thereafter, her father-in-law.
The numbers of Covid-related deaths are now increasing among family and friends, heaping frustration, not only from the conditions of these deaths and the funeral precautions but the politicized undercurrents, as well.
Our lives have greatly changed since March 2020 and we’ve been forced to temporarily alter our grieving process and traditions. Very little has seemed fair during this lengthy crisis, and for those who’ve been dealt heavy blows of losing precious ones, they’ve truly felt the brick tossed onto the already unbalanced scales.
Within twenty-four days, I lost my dad, a much-beloved great-aunt, and a cousin, adding to the 2019 gravity of losing my mother and brother.
Friends have lovingly worried about the strain of such great loss within twenty-one months but in all honesty, I am one. I’ve adjusted my sails to keep moving forward toward my wonderful career working with terrific students, my writing, my furry quartet, my family, my friends, and my history friends.
Yes, I have my moments when a memory prompts a tear, or two, however, I’ve always believed in Mrs. Roosevelt’s reminder, ”Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.”
During a time when I cannot hug my grieving friends with physical hugs I have learned how to reach out with worded hugs.
Life must be lived.
It’s a choice.
It requires courage and strength.
But, life must be lived…