Lest We Forget

As Isabelle Allende wrote: "Maybe the most important reason for writing is to prevent erosion of time, so that memories will not be blown away by the wind.  Write to register history and name each thing.  Write what should not be forgotten."  With that in mind, turn back the clock to March of 2020 when the world was forever changed.   According to my email communications of the times....

             Some events of "Friday the 13th" to March 20, 2020:

• College classes were cancelled across the nation and within 3 days colleges began to close -- completely shut down.
• K-12 schools in this area were closed for 2 weeks and some schools moved to online instruction.
• Many adults began to work from home.
• Drive-thru covid testing places began to open.
• High Schools across the nation began to cancel Spring sports, Senior trips, proms, graduation ceremonies.
• "Nonessential" businesses were forced to shutdown.  These included Dentist offices, Optometrists, Ophthalmologists, etc. as well as barber shops, hair salons, and liquor stores.
• Disinfecting everything from packages and door knobs to cell phones and steering wheels began in earnest.
• Fears mounted...  people struggled, hanging on to common sense by a thread.
• Weddings were cancelled, postponed or adapted.
• Even physical therapy struggled to go "virtual".
• The word Chloroquine entered our vocabulary and then was ignored.
• Compulsive buying and hoarding began.
• Italy took a beating -- highest in Covid deaths... and the virus continued to spread at an alarming rate.
• Some schools began to offer online "office hours" so students could communicate with teachers. Most school districts seemed to be doing nothing.
• California was in complete shutdown except for the governor who continued to go about his own way -- eating out and partying in a fancy restaurant with a large group of unmasked friends, enjoying their self proclaimed elite status. Meanwhile...  
• People were making homemade masks and pretty much confined within the walls of their homes -- fortunate were those who lived in rural America where they could at least go outside and breathe fresh air. Some did not even dare to do that.

Red letter day -- March 20, 2020

As Covid had spread to my county and people my age were specifically endangered, after serious deliberation and with loving concern, my children decided to quarantine me. I was to stay home as much as possible (they would shop for me, etc.) and I was not permitted any in-person contact with my family (or anyone) for two weeks.  A bit reclusive I didn't mind continuing my "estrangement" from the outside world. I understood and once again, was thankful for my wonderful kids, but ... I was left feeling isolated and alone -- one of many across the globe. I deeply missed my family. I became especially thankful for electronic communication.  Here I had thought that a no hugging policy would be enough. Things became serious....

To be continued...  Lest we forget.