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
I'm so sorry, that must have been terrifying Judi. Thank you for all you did when we needed it most and knew the least. And your last line -- oof. Yes. That exactly. We were and still *are* all in this together.
Oh Devorah, just wow. That's a spectacular piece. "We are afraid of the wrong things and it kills so many of us" -- that will stay with me. Thanks for sharing it.
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!).
Thank you SO much, it’s been a rollercoaster (he had a fall, in his 90s) but hopefully he can get some physio and be discharged back to his Care Home over the next day or so. 🥰🙏🏻
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.
You were one of the last people I saw. We walked through toy fair thinking how strange it was, all the booths from the Chinese aisle empty. We shook lots of hands and hugged people and decided it’ll be fine if we just use some hand sanitizer. I took a picture with Shaquille O’Neal.
It was the beginning of weirdness, and we were so naïve. Still, it was a great weekend with you! As Valentine’s Day always is! 😂
I could feel every word.
Thank you Ernie. What a time.
Not enough people talking and processing about all this. Thank you for being a voice, Liz.
It just feels like a lot to process, especially when we don't know all of the societal and individual impacts yet. Thanks for reading, Lisa.
Appreciate this
Thanks so much Michael.
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
I'm so sorry, that must have been terrifying Judi. Thank you for all you did when we needed it most and knew the least. And your last line -- oof. Yes. That exactly. We were and still *are* all in this together.
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/
Oh Devorah, just wow. That's a spectacular piece. "We are afraid of the wrong things and it kills so many of us" -- that will stay with me. Thanks for sharing it.
Thank you. On the road this week and it is still kinda scary, honestly.
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.
I'm crying just thinking about it. I started to write about Love Lane and realized that's an entire story in itself. The things we do for love...
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. ❤️
It's kind of amazing that we all went through different things, and we all went through same things.
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!).
Hope your dad is doing okay xoxo
Thank you SO much, it’s been a rollercoaster (he had a fall, in his 90s) but hopefully he can get some physio and be discharged back to his Care Home over the next day or so. 🥰🙏🏻
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?
You were one of the last people I saw. We walked through toy fair thinking how strange it was, all the booths from the Chinese aisle empty. We shook lots of hands and hugged people and decided it’ll be fine if we just use some hand sanitizer. I took a picture with Shaquille O’Neal.
It was the beginning of weirdness, and we were so naïve. Still, it was a great weekend with you! As Valentine’s Day always is! 😂