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My mom& #39;s one of the most resilient people I know. But yesterday was a bit much for her. She& #39;s confined to a retirement home in Seattle, and though the outbreak in her building has been limited to one positive test, residents have been confined to their apartments for weeks (cont)
The isolation is real. She& #39;s very social by nature and has had to remain sequestered like so many of us, alone. Staff there is great. They bring the residents meals, go grocery shopping for them, make sure their needs are met. But it being Easter, the enormity of it all (cont)...
I consoled her best I could over the phone, thousands of miles away here in Kansas City. As we talked through it, and I just listened, her sobs eased. But sadness remains. I& #39;m sad for her sadness, and I feel a little helpless. But I called her again this morning and she& #39;s (cont)
And damn it, I screwed up this thread. Sigh. Lesson 3: Let& #39;s be ok with forgiving ourselves ;)
Well, it all caught up with her yesterday. While we were talking on the phone, a procession of cars with signs in their windows drove through her parking lot, wishing the residents a happy holiday. And finally, my stoic, Scandinavian mother just cracked. Started crying. (cont)...
