Somehow all the trips I took last year, the wonderful people I met and the pretty pink tulle skirt and my silver shoes don’t feel important anymore, but my grandmother’s pin I wore will always be one of my most cherished possessions. The last few days I’ve been aware of my mother and my grandmother, my father’s mother, surrounding me.
All I have to do is look around my house. Their things are with me everywhere like my grandmother’s big chair in my living room.
When I was a little girl it was upholstered in blue brocade. It was where I sat at her house with my books and my stuffed rabbit. I recovered it in cream velvet, an impractical choice for someone with dogs, but it’s the same beloved chair. Then there is the black and gold lacquered tray my grandmother gave me when I was in my 20’s. Now I use it to hold my dinner plate on my lap while I eat and watch the evening news. The news that, today, made me cry uncontrollably.
I know life must go on, and it will go on, but for now I’m thinking about life and death and the brave healthcare workers and first responders who are putting their lives on the line for all of us. For the last 11 days a friend I admire in New York City has been struggling with what sounds like Covid-19. For days I resisted the urge to text her. Instead, every hour I’ve monitored her Instagram account like it was a lifeline. Hers. I visited the Instagram accounts of her close NY friends and two days ago found comfort that she’d “liked” something I’d said a week ago. It meant she was still alive!
Today she posted the details of how sick she’s been… Scary!
On the flip side I’m disappointed in stories I hear about people in my own city of San Antonio (San Antonio, the surrounding county and many counties in Texas have shelter in place orders) who don’t have the same views about what’s important. For them nothing has changed, like the parents who threw their five-year-old a birthday party. Thirty parents came with kids and gifts and wine in tow and stayed to party. Then there are the parents who let their teenagers throw a prom party; the other parents whose teenagers gather daily on the streets and in the parks, the yoga class that’s still going on, and the grandparents who think nothing of driving back and forth across Texas to see family, all during a time when their zip code has the largest number of Covid-19 cases in the seventh largest city in the United States! May I suggest their thoughtless actions are why their zip code is the most infected in the city? Don’t they know Texas is predicted to be the next Covid-19 hotspot?
What part of shelter in place do they not understand? What happened to common sense?
Then there’s my dear friend and his wife who are worrying about going to a hospital to bring their first child into the world two months from now… when Covid-19 may be peaking here.
Priorities people! We must shift our priorities for the sake of the greater good… which may turn out to be yours and your family’s greater good. Snap out of it!