sometimes you just have to be a kook in order to have a little fun
What will it be like when we leave quarantine and return to our regular routines? Once we’ve become used to working and living this way, how will we make the transition back to our previously normal lives?
Anyway, today I thought I’d write something a little different. Instead of a log of the day, I’ll write about some of the things I’ve been going through while my dad is in the ICU. From contradictory emotions to spirituality to frustrations, I’m going to try my best to describe what it’s been like here.
Every morning and every evening, we send my dad a text as a family. My mom starts the thread and expresses more true emotions than I’ve heard from her before. My brother is usually next and I’m last. Our messages are filled with positivity and love, telling him how much we need him. I always try to include that he’s doing such a good job.
Day five. Today was not a good day.
I almost didn’t write this post. It’s 11:46 PM and I’m exhausted. I want to go fall asleep or rather wake up from this nightmare. But I have to. Because I know that there are other people out there who are alone. Who are frightened. Who are angry. Who are scared. And who are so lonely they feel like someone has just punched a hole through them.
