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!