This virus has made life feel so strange. I see so many disappointments from it. It doesn’t seem like a single person goes untouched from this. Even my four-year-old daughter the other night prayed to be able to go back to church and that the parks can get opened up and that we can go to grandma’s and grandpa’s houses again. Everyone has been affected in big or small ways.
We lost our job because of
it. The selling of our house has been slow and we had to put IVF on hold even
though we were getting ready to prepare for the transfer of our last little
embryo. All these things have been sad. It has hurt. I don’t like it. I think
of all the people in the world losing loved ones to this sickness. Weddings
getting stopped or going forward but not being able to invite anyone. Vacations
aren’t happening, being with friends and family is stopped. Everyone in the
medical field giving everything they have to help others. The list in hard
things and disappointments is never-ending.
I feel sad for all of us. It’s really, really hard.
Yesterday I was listening to
an audiobook and they were talking about Jews in a concentration camp. My mind
started pondering and thinking. Now I don’t mean to compare us, any of us to
what the Jews went through during world war 2. We can’t begin to think of the
horrors they went through. What I started pondering about was what their lives
looked like before the attack on them started. They were living normal, every
day lives with hopes and dreams just like us. Then one-day things started to
change. And then they lost their hopes and dreams, their every day normal lives
to the pain and suffering of extermination.
Outside of the fear of what
they were now facing there had to have been a lot of disappointments. Weddings
that didn’t get to happen, dream jobs that never got to get started on,
children being sad to not go to the park anymore, missing family gatherings,
not being able to try for that baby a couple may have really been hoping for.
They lost all the things they had been working towards. I wonder if they spent
days wishing for when life would return to “normal” for them.
Our lives are comfortable.
Our lives are easy compared to being in a concentration camp and facing
persecution and death. I truly don’t compare our suffering to their suffering
but it makes me think of their lives the day before everything shut down for
them. It makes me feel for their lost dreams, their disappointments and I feel connected to them. Their normal life got taken away. They are now real
people to me, real problems, real hopes, real dreams. All unfulfilled.
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