Of all the many reflections on Covid, I treasure one immensely as it is a knowledge I might not have known otherwise until the waning weeks of my life. My children love me. They love me more than I would ever have expected, certainly more than I deserve. We had a little bubble – Bob and Anne, the two kids in town, and I. I never didn’t go to the grocery store, the drugstore, and the gas station. I was masked and used hanitizer faithfully. (Little kids made up “hanitizer” and it’s perfect, isn’t it?)
I went to their house for supper sometimes. They’d sanitize every surface. We’d stay six feet apart even when we ate. There was no hugging which was hard.
In the fall of 2020, Bob got Covid – not a bad case, but still. He moved out of the house, which is too small for distancing, and into an extended stay for ten days. I took food and supplies one afternoon. He stood on the corner of the parking lot. I put the bags next to his car. We waved. As I drove away, I saw in my rearview mirror that he was getting the sacks. Anne did get Covid and had a somewhat worse case as she did lose smell and taste and that lasted for weeks and weeks. No one was actively sick during Thanksgiving but the kids decided that their illnesses had been so recent that we would not risk being together for the holiday meal.
Before the Covid shutdown, I’d missed one of Bob’s shows. He realized how much I missed having seen him and he wrote a song for me. The chorus is “Every person has a mother/Some are better, some are worse/If I had life to live over and could choose/I’d always pick you first.” During the shutdown, he figured out a way to make a studio recording with George, my first son, and Anne joining Bob. Talk about a treasure!
Even though I’d been vaccinated, I had Covid in late spring 2021. George, who’s a doctor, arranged for me to have the infusion treatment. My symptoms did not get too bad.
Some how words are falling short in describing how I knew the depth and breadth of my children’s love and care for me. I experienced it, though, and I hold the experience close in my heart.
— Marmar
I went to their house for supper sometimes. They’d sanitize every surface. We’d stay six feet apart even when we ate. There was no hugging which was hard.
In the fall of 2020, Bob got Covid – not a bad case, but still. He moved out of the house, which is too small for distancing, and into an extended stay for ten days. I took food and supplies one afternoon. He stood on the corner of the parking lot. I put the bags next to his car. We waved. As I drove away, I saw in my rearview mirror that he was getting the sacks. Anne did get Covid and had a somewhat worse case as she did lose smell and taste and that lasted for weeks and weeks. No one was actively sick during Thanksgiving but the kids decided that their illnesses had been so recent that we would not risk being together for the holiday meal.
Before the Covid shutdown, I’d missed one of Bob’s shows. He realized how much I missed having seen him and he wrote a song for me. The chorus is “Every person has a mother/Some are better, some are worse/If I had life to live over and could choose/I’d always pick you first.” During the shutdown, he figured out a way to make a studio recording with George, my first son, and Anne joining Bob. Talk about a treasure!
Even though I’d been vaccinated, I had Covid in late spring 2021. George, who’s a doctor, arranged for me to have the infusion treatment. My symptoms did not get too bad.
Some how words are falling short in describing how I knew the depth and breadth of my children’s love and care for me. I experienced it, though, and I hold the experience close in my heart.
— Marmar
Yes, evidence of being cherished. Such care ,attention! Sacrifice even. Blessings.
ReplyDeleteBest possible outcome! Family is important, and in some cases, all there is! People do make their own families, I'm told. I don't have children, but I do have a husband and friends. This helps. You came through with grace. (Macoff)
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