Very powerful - brings it all back, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. I think a lot of the problems we face now as a society go back to trying to blank out the memories. Fortunately I didn't have to care for anyone very elderly or vulnerable, but it was six months before I met my first grand-child, whose mother (my daughter) lived abroad.
As Merril says, this brings it all back; the shambolic madness of a dysfunctional government, led by a shambolic leader.
My mother, who was in a care home, died during the first lockdown. This did not affect me. I developed testicular cancer during one of the later lockdowns. I am still here.
However, in January 2021 I started writing poetry. It was, predictably, a lockdown sonnet. Good and bad, with good and bad in equal measure.
What did I learn: to exist in slow time. I still slightly recoil if offered a handshake. We are unclean creatures, yet it is also to our advantage that we adapt.
Fear, yes, fear; I cried when lockdown was announced.
This brings it all back. My mom died of Covid at the start in April 2020. She was in a nursing home, and none of us could visit her or be with her at the end. It was very distressing.
What a time. We had a similar experience with my wife’s stepdad. All devastating. Well done for writing about it so coherently. I would have real difficulty getting my feelings down.
Very powerful - brings it all back, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. I think a lot of the problems we face now as a society go back to trying to blank out the memories. Fortunately I didn't have to care for anyone very elderly or vulnerable, but it was six months before I met my first grand-child, whose mother (my daughter) lived abroad.
As Merril says, this brings it all back; the shambolic madness of a dysfunctional government, led by a shambolic leader.
My mother, who was in a care home, died during the first lockdown. This did not affect me. I developed testicular cancer during one of the later lockdowns. I am still here.
However, in January 2021 I started writing poetry. It was, predictably, a lockdown sonnet. Good and bad, with good and bad in equal measure.
What did I learn: to exist in slow time. I still slightly recoil if offered a handshake. We are unclean creatures, yet it is also to our advantage that we adapt.
Fear, yes, fear; I cried when lockdown was announced.
It was such an intense experience.
This brings it all back. My mom died of Covid at the start in April 2020. She was in a nursing home, and none of us could visit her or be with her at the end. It was very distressing.
It was awful and the government behaved abominably
We had Tr--p's first term.
Oh heavens
What a time. We had a similar experience with my wife’s stepdad. All devastating. Well done for writing about it so coherently. I would have real difficulty getting my feelings down.
Brings me back! So lovely to see the photo of Nana at the end too.