Keep watching, keep waiting

It's hard to keep a measured heart in the face of a daily barrage of dark news, so I'm trying to portion media updates wisely.  And then I turn to the comfort of the mundane chores of household, peppered by the joy of turning the soil in Lisa's garden.  Already the lilies and peonies are tentatively peeking out, promising fragrant beauty in the weeks to come.  Beyond these bucolic scenes though, my throat aches at the stories of the heroes that seem to increase with the same velocity as this virus.  I watched Adrian Dix today announce that 22 nurses volunteered  to work at the stricken Lynn Valley Care Centre, after so many of their staff fell ill with Covid.  And the bravery of those nurses brought tears to my eyes and hope to my heart.

I hope no one minds a shout-out to my son (especially him).   The exhaustive provisioning of the shelves at Loblaws, Superstore and Shoppers in Western Canada, among many other stores, are under his direct control.   He is at home, working his heart out troubleshooting, rerouting, and creatively dealing with situations that no one has ever imagined before.   He is my hero.  He is a vital link in the chain that will see us through to the end.   And in the past week, the demands of my husband's medical courier company doubled in size every single day, and he is run ragged making sure every client has the medication they need.  Today over 30 new people required medication delivery at home, all able-bodied, but avoiding going out.  His hands are raw from sanitizer and bleach wipes, and we have yet to find a proper mask for him.

My son, my husband, and my son-in-law, a doc.  They are just some of the thousands fighting for themselves, their loved ones, and all of the rest of us, an example that should blaze the path ahead for us all to stand shoulder to shoulder (with a six foot buffer), and support them with every fiber of our being.  I'm staying home to support my loved ones.  They have a face, a family, and a future.