Nov 28, 2020

🖤 Saturday November 28th ~

I thought I could describe a state; make
 a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns 
out to be not a state but a process...

Covid is all around us. We know it, but unless it touches you,
 you really don't "feel" it.  Yesterday my sister texted us early in
 the morning.  She said her very good friend's son was in the 
hospital.  He had Covid, and was put on a ventilator.

He was admitted into the hospital 3 days prior.  
Yesterday afternoon my sister texted again.  Her friend's 
son had died.  I didn't know the son.  I didn't know his
 mother, but every time we visited my sister in Tampa I 
saw the mother doing yard work, and since my sister 
and her are good friends, we always heard about her.

So why when I heard that the son died was I so devastated?  
It somehow felt as if I knew him through my sister. 

 My sister got a text from the boys mother.  
All it said was, "my son just died."  I felt my 
entire world crashing down on me.  

I cried and cried for a child I did not even know,
 but in my mind I pictured the parents, their grief, and
 because I have dealt with the loss of loved ones, I knew.
  I just knew their world was shattered.  Today I grieve
 once again for their loss and the losses I have also
 experienced.  Don't ask me why.  It is what it is.

Today more than ever I detest everything Covid. 
 I know it exists all around us.  I knw people have died, 
but 32 years old with your entire life ahead of you.  

No known pre-existing condition, all because your 
significant other is a first responder who contracted a
mild case of Covid.  She is OK, but he didn't make it.

It's a beautiful Saturday here in Puerto Rico,
 but back home in Florida a mom and dad are 
mourning the death of their child, and yes all over 
the world people are mourning the death of loved
 ones, but this death hits close to home ❤. 

Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in
 the face of it. It's like a window that will simply open
 of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do 
nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a
 little less, and one day we wonder what has become of it..