In the middle of all this, on May 8th my mother, who had been ill and in care for a long time, died peacefully. I was grateful that she didn’t have to suffer with COVID, but it was like having whiplash.
Here I was, locked down with my BFF, who was also being the cheer leader for our friends and family across the world. We created messaging groups to connect everyone, and we played games and joined in quizzes and just hung out together. We danced and sang and sometimes we had a little cry and moved on. We shared bread and cakes and all kinds of dishes with our neighbors as we checked in on them and they in on us.
At the end of the year, we gave thanks, we voted, and we put up the decorations for every religious and secular celebration. The Christmas tree is still up with just its lights on and will stay there until our eldest comes home and fills the house with his love and charisma!
The new year saw our dads get their jabs and that brought huge relief. Then we got ours and were more hopeful than ever. Then, wonderfully our new graduate got a jab, a cab, a plane, and a chest crushing hug from his mum! He was home for the summer and my heart is still singing.