What We Mourn

I miss the days of rolling around in other people’s germs without being afraid of death.

As difficult as it is to think about how much life has changed in 5 short weeks, I have gotten over the belief that things will ever go back to normal… I doubt they ever will.

I will never go to a trampoline park without wondering who touched on the railing before me, or shake someone’s hands without checking for signs of disease, or go to a public event without being scared of the sound of coughing.

There is no way we’re ever going back to the way thing were… it’s heartbreaking that my daughter cried today because I was going out for a run without a mask when “the sickness is outside.” We are managing… we are making the best of a crap situation and enjoying the time together as a small family…

But we are also in mourning. Mourning all that has been lost… the people, the money, the (false) sense of security. Its ok to miss the days we will never get back. It’s ok to cry a little… or a lot. It’s never going to be the same again, but I trust it will all end up ok.