Ignore Me Like You Mean It

In the past ten minutes I learned that between 5 different people I know, 11 people lost their lives today.  People with family. People who were scared, alone and facing the unknown. Family members who have had to call around cities to ask if any funeral homes will prepare a body for a person who died from coronavirus.  Family left with the thought that they didn’t get to say a final goodbye. They didn’t get to grieve the way we’re used to. No hugs. No kisses. Maybe a wave. If they were lucky. Kids. Old men. People who left an imprint on the lives of everyone they touched. Like Jerry Pullen. I can’t believe he’s gone. I can’t believe that in the last two weeks one of my friends lost her dad AND 6 friends. Tonight is a rough night for me. All of the loss and my loved ones hurting so badly, being so scared and worried. Watching over kids and husbands or wives in ICU. it hurts my heart so much. I wish I could just lift that pain from every one of them. You. It hurts me so much to see ever

Orthopedics office: Closed. Parks: Cordoned off. I never thought I’d see the day when there were parks closed for months on end, yellow caution tape around playground equipment EVERYWHERE. Doctors offices that are normally PACKED every day are closed in the middle of the day- in the morning when peak appointments should be- completely empty.  It didn’t occur to me until a couple of days ago when I was speaking to my “man friend” how bad this would affect people who live alone and are capable of caring for themselves. How are you faring, if you’re one of those people? The whole experience is surreal. My son is out of preschool, I now work from home (I started that about two weeks before the quarantine).  Being a single mom is interesting. It’s hard. It’s fun. It’s exhausting. But trying to watch a 3 year old while also working is very challenging. More so than working and picking up The Boy from school and racing home to get him fed, bathed, etc. We’re (The Boy) and I- getting ready to