Today our family made the difficult decision to not gather with relatives at Thanksgiving. Coronavirus is spreading too rapidly. Our parents are old and vulnerable. We don’t want to add to their risk. Or our own.
There will be Zoom calls made. And a traditional meal enjoyed at home. It’s not an ideal Thanksgiving holiday; there’s nothing ideal about this epidemic. We are excluding people we love from our lives for safety’s sake. I feel guilty even writing this.
Yes, we can feel glad that we’ve done our small part in keeping our family healthy. Yet I feel sadness for what we must do to combat this virus, and anger that it exists at all. I will give thanks when we have purged coronavirus from the earth, and can safely gather our loved ones together again. But until then, I will mourn.
— Nelsonia