Another day. Not a great one. Sad, frustrated, lost…

When will COVID end? I’m so sick of it. I want to hug Mama and Daddy. I want to sit at their dinner table and talk. I want to help Mama with dishes. I want to hug my sisters, and Jeorgia and Dani. I want to see Elliott and the new baby Timothy. I want to go shopping. Stop for a bite to eat. I want to go to church.

All these small things I took for granted are now lost. Life is bleak without them and it compounds my grief. I’m trying to cope, hold on, and find hope. I can find so little.