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So still struggling at times.
Before the pandemic I was finding my way through grief and mourning. My father passed away last June, my last living aunt died in January, and my eldest sister passed on March 10.
In many ways it felt like I had lost my past. Who was I now in a world where so much of what I had always known was gone?
And then, with this totally new and surreal reality, it almost felt like I had lost my future too. I can’t plan. I can’t know what tomorrow will bring. Of course, I never could know. But based on the past I thought I had a pretty good idea.
So, what’s left?
The present. Now.
COVID is forcing me to live in the now. Exactly what I have been trying to do for years. Cool.
Thinking about all this reminded me of the post Experience Your Life, but I didn’t realize how much until I reread it. This moment is my life. Not the past. Not the future. My life doesn’t start again when the pandemic is over. My life is now.