We must admit that we have suffered a loss.
Many, in fact.
Grandfathers and grandmothers. Parents. Siblings. Best friends. They have died. Been taken from us by a killer none of us knew about just a few short months ago.
By now we all know of coronavirus - COVID-19. It has disrupted life in ways small and large.
None bigger than the actual ending of life. We grieve along with those who have suffered this loss of life. Words cannot express what they feel, what we feel, how both parties ache.
Some of these losses will haunt those who have lost. They could not be present because of hospital rules and significant concerns about who might be infected. So some of those we have lost were alone. And that hurts and haunts and brings us to our knees.
And there are other losses.
A high school senior year disrupted.
Prom? Probably gone.
Graduation? Up in the air. Almost gone. More than likely altered at least.
The spring sports team? Probably done.
The final band, orchestra, choir concert? The final dance? The scholarship breakfast? The senior picnic, last day of school? All hang in the balance.
No matter how many people say we will get through this, that we will look back on this and remember the lessons that we learned, what we know now is that we have lost.
So let us give ourselves time to grieve. To ache. To let our hearts break.
It is OK.
We can't stay here forever. At some point we must pick up and move on.
But right now, we can hurt. Don't tell me there is a silver lining, a lesson to be learn, that it is part of a bigger plan.
Just sit with me. Share my pain. Let me know that you care. Let me know that you understand . . . that things have been lost.
Be quiet. Be kind. Be there.