I wasn’t in NY but my area had the first confirmed group of deaths in a nursing home so it was very real to me at the outset. Plus I was working in ICU. We all thought then it was airborne then I retired , stayed home and tracked case numbers . I have more than a few notebooks with all the stats so that rang true .
I do miss that feeling that we were all in this together. Instead of every person for themselves and that a certain group of people were expendable
Your memory is only trumped by your ability to evoke those days and to reminded us what we remembered and what we’ve forgotten.. For us, it was driving to Love Lane on Mothers Day to surprise your girls. Seeing the tears on their faces when they realized it was us, looking out the windows because we knew we couldn’t get close, and keeping in our hearts the importance of family and the connection of love-even it was through clean glass automobile windows.
❤️ “It was the eye crinkle that always gave it away.)” This! So beautifully written. (And I was relying on that crinkle over the past few days, masked up in hospital for my dad, realising exactly that – you put your finger on it – that’s how we know!).
February 2020 was the last time I was in NYC (with you!); a year I I started with SO MUCH optimism---I picked a freaking "word of the year" (CONNECT) and then--wham--it all hit. I remember hearing so much about life in NYC from you and the news and thinking how intense it was for you guys. It wasn't fun here, but the suburb experience was very different. I have so much sadness in my brain from that period; thank you for reminding me that there were some weird silver linings that came out of it.
I could feel every word.
Appreciate this
I wasn’t in NY but my area had the first confirmed group of deaths in a nursing home so it was very real to me at the outset. Plus I was working in ICU. We all thought then it was airborne then I retired , stayed home and tracked case numbers . I have more than a few notebooks with all the stats so that rang true .
I do miss that feeling that we were all in this together. Instead of every person for themselves and that a certain group of people were expendable
Love this. Thank you. I wrote this on anniversary 1, but there is still so much that I've pushed away. That sign in your lobby made me cry. https://www.muthamagazine.com/2021/03/things-to-be-afraid-of-in-a-pandemic/
Your memory is only trumped by your ability to evoke those days and to reminded us what we remembered and what we’ve forgotten.. For us, it was driving to Love Lane on Mothers Day to surprise your girls. Seeing the tears on their faces when they realized it was us, looking out the windows because we knew we couldn’t get close, and keeping in our hearts the importance of family and the connection of love-even it was through clean glass automobile windows.
Terrible memories we shouldn’t bury.
I feel every moment. Draw me in!
Thankyou, Liz! Such an accurate chronicle of exactly, exactly how it felt here. ❤️
Great post, and a reminder of both the darkness and light of those days.
❤️ “It was the eye crinkle that always gave it away.)” This! So beautifully written. (And I was relying on that crinkle over the past few days, masked up in hospital for my dad, realising exactly that – you put your finger on it – that’s how we know!).
February 2020 was the last time I was in NYC (with you!); a year I I started with SO MUCH optimism---I picked a freaking "word of the year" (CONNECT) and then--wham--it all hit. I remember hearing so much about life in NYC from you and the news and thinking how intense it was for you guys. It wasn't fun here, but the suburb experience was very different. I have so much sadness in my brain from that period; thank you for reminding me that there were some weird silver linings that came out of it.
It changed us all, though, didn't it?