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Winter Solstice 2020

These are dark days. The shortest day of the pandemic feels like the longest.


My sister came over to drop off gifts on the porch and she could not stop crying. She was crying when she arrived, cried through her five minute stop and was crying when she left. My daughter visited on a layover as she travelled across the country to do her shift at the mine. We went for a walk in the damp and cold, stayed outside until we were too cold to be outside anymore, and then she was off again to continue her journey to her work site. Instead of lamenting that I could not hug either of them, or even get close to them, or see their faces through their masks, I tried hard to be grateful I got to see them at all. And I am. But at the end of the day, I cried too. 

This pandemic. It’s hard. It’s a good time for crying. The tears keep coming.