The last time we were in a store was nearly a month ago. It was a trip to Shoprite. We went on March 27.
Since then my daughter and son-in-law (they insisted) have been delivering groceries to us and in-between we have been doing pick-up's at our local butcher/deli shop.
The staying-in part of the Coronavirus pandemic has not driven me to the edge, yet. Perhaps it's the introvert in me. I can be with myself.
I've been doing a lot of knitting and crocheting.
Don't get me wrong, I am grateful to have Ross here with me.
When I think about those who don't have someone with them, I wonder how it would be for me, if I were alone. It's a scary thought.
What does get to me is the roller coaster emotional part of this. It angers me. It frightens me. But mostly it saddens my heart.
Whenever I have faced tragedy in my life, I question the "why" of it. Why tragedy and sadness and loneliness and sickness and even death. Why? It seems so evil.
This tragedy will not soon be forgotten. It will be the one written about for ages. We will remind the youngest, who may not have understood. We will tell stories to the not yet born all about it. For the rest of our lives, we will commiserate with each other and shake our puzzled heads.
And I will always wonder "why?"
