How It's Going

December was a difficult month. It felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking at the upcoming weeks until the anniversary of my husband's death, never knowing if or when a gust of emotion would push me over the edge.

But I got through Christmas. Our son spent the day with me, and that was a comfort.

I worked from home the next week while our office was closed, and that was a distraction.

I got through New Year's Eve. There were fireworks all around from 7:30 pm until the wee hours of New Year's Day, but they were far enough away that I could mostly ignore them.

Then I got sick. How do you get sick with anything when you're masking, social distancing, sanitizing, and working from home, and your only close contact had zero symptoms before or since?

So then I went for a Covid test (PCR). After three long days, the results came back negative.

I missed my booster shot because I was sick (and isolating).

In the meantime, I had to ask someone to take Mom's pills to her for a few days. It wasn't convenient for this person, but he has been a long-time family friend, and she likes him and accepted his help, and he stepped into the breach. I am so grateful. And reimbursed him accordingly.

Then we had a huge snowstorm. Many folks lost power but luckily my mother and I were not among those affected.

But my mom's pills had to be delivered ahead of time, because I knew I wouldn't be able to get to her house that day. She was very confused that there was an "extra" pill (the evening one, which I usually hand directly to her and she takes it immediately). She was still confused the next day when I delivered her next set of pills. It reinforced for me that she cannot handle her medications and that I am doing the right thing by visiting her daily to dispense them.

The big snowstorm came on the first anniversary of my husband's death. By that point I was worn out from being sick earlier in the week, happy to be feeling well again, and - in summary - distracted from thoughts of the date, which was not a bad thing.

I got through it all.

We have another big snowstorm coming tonight. I'll get through that too.

Thank you all for your kind words of sympathy and encouragement on my last post.

I feel very lucky to have support and friendship from family and friends. I will continue to get through whatever comes.

Except climate change. That's still a big question mark.

 

Honestly, the test I had was easy and not the least bit uncomfortable.

                             

 

 

I wonder how many "incidents" happened that made this sign necessary.

 

 

Our snowstorms look like this, but usually with more snow. And without the "No Swimming" sign.

How to get through the next year ...

 

 

I know this is late, but I wish you all a happy 2022. Hang in there, friends.