The text came in the middle of the day. ” Here is a little note from your dad who feels he is locked in prison. No more visitors allowed. My hearing aids are not working, the one for my left ear is as quiet as a mouse and the one for my right ear is lost in this great cathedral. Who know where it may be? For entertainment I have a TV but the sound I cannot hear because my ears are not the way they should be. So believe me, I have a ball laying in bed and sleeping the day away. Dad.”
Sigh. What does one do with a text like that?
I often text I love you, but it doesn’t seem to work.
What is one to do? He has to be there. What about the vaccine? Will this help?
Everyone is frustrated with the pandemic. I hear it all the time. I see it in people’s eyes. Unfortunately, the frustration comes out in what I call ” word vomit”. The anger spews out like hot lava. For my father, it comes out in the written word.
The only answer is love. Keep loving the people who are frustrated. Keep loving the people who are angry. It’s the only way.
A Journey Worth Remembering 