In two weeks it will be a year since I fell and broke my leg.  Three weeks later I returned home and the world had changed.

My aunt had been quarantined for a month by that time but the rest of us were still living as usual when I fell. She has been alone most of the past year while the changes have been taking place!  I was alone here during the year, but i was not locked down.  I could still go out as freely as I wished, but discovered how much I didn’t want to go!

My year has been spent working on sewing doll clothes!  The dream was to give the dolls with complete wardrobe to a thrift store that catered to foster homes, not charging the family at all if they couldn’t afford it.  We were sure the pandemic would be just a bad memory by Christmas .  that all would be well.  There would be a cure.  

  WRONG!!! A strange year. Friends have been lost to COVID-  19! I’ve reached saturation point. I don’t read the paper now, don’t watch the news.  I don’t want to know!  I want my old life back.  I want to put dolls in the arms of little girls who need them.  I want to be there when my brother’s ashes are scattered at one of his favorite places! I want my old life back.

I want to see my aunt again!