We’re three years after the pandemic began and everything moves just about as fast as it did before. Elections, work, school, time goes forward, right? But I still have these moments where I remember and these moments are fleeting but potent. It’s when I’m swimming with my kids and I’m back to that moment when we filled up a little splash pad for them to play in because public pools were closed.
I was floating in that five foot little blue circle of plastic looking up at the stars and not knowing what would come next. It’s passing a restaurant and remembering that it was the first place that I ordered curbside from and I was still unsure if that was even safe to do. Or seeing my mom and knowing there was a moment that I wasn’t sure if she’d make it through having it.
Or seeing my neighbor on her porch listening to wind chimes that we got for her after her husband and daughter both died from COVID. We’ve all changed permanently in some small or big way and I just want to dedicate my story to the folks we lost and all of us that are left to keep going.
