Stolen Time 😔

This pandemic unified us in our stolen moments. Stolen memories, stolen adventures, stolen gatherings, and stolen futures. It stole children’s education and people’s businesses. It stole parents’ solitude and gave solitude to those who never wanted it at all. It isolated our pain and magnified the things we tried to escape. Stuck at home, stuck in our ways. The monotony of daily tasks that pile up around us. Some people used this time to learn to bake sourdough, hone a craft, to knit. But most found the surmounting time too daunting to use for hobbies and to learn a new skill. We all collectively gave up more than we ever have before this pandemic. With the loss of touch, our arms remain vacant. The loneliness slowly grabbed hold. An unfamiliar feeling for many, others know its presence all too well. We felt the weight of grief. For some, it was palpable, the loss of loved ones you couldn’t say goodbye to through the hospital walls. For others, it was nonphysical, something you couldn’t hold in your hands. Each of these is a marker of something taken from us. A collection of memories never had. A stolen year, maybe more. The glimmer of something burns beyond us all. Hums of hope for the future. United we know life is fragile, and we are resilient.😔