The world is gripped with a flu-like pandemic and as we fussed over whether to wear masks or not, took longer washing our hands, we lost a beloved aunt to brain aneurysm. It was quite sudden; in fact, a little over two weeks ago we were video-chatting with her…oh how vibrant and jolly she was! Very much alive. She talked about dancing in my wedding later this year. But now she’s gone. She’ll be there, I’d like to think, along with my dad and grandma. But she was gone way too soon…it will take time for us to get used to not seeing her.
Came across an article about the silver lining COVID-19 might bring. Never heard of her before, this lady; she’s pictured with spectacles and greying hair. Sagely. I wonder about the tone of voice she used when she said, “I think we should be very grateful for the virus because it might be the reason we survive as a species.” I could recognize the wisdom in her views, but perhaps it’s because I’m mourning that I’m sensitive to any sentiment that trivializes loss of life. May it be a newsmaker of a flu or a bursting of the brain’s blood vessel, may it be a death of thousands or one much beloved lady, there’s much sorrow, a scarring in the soul. We will learn and find ways to improve after a crisis, but methinks it’s a little bit too early to take a rosy view.
Writing has been neglected the past weeks. But…but, my story is out with the Santa Ana River Review. I’ll talk about Visitations more, some other time, when I’m less gloomy and have perhaps gotten back to a stable writing habit. But, for now, I hope you enjoy the read.