Tears are running down my cheeks.It was around the middle of March 2020 when it hit me that this was real and would affect me, even though I was safely situated on an island in northern Ontario, Canada. I knew it was serious when our church agreed that we would not meet again until the virus had resolved. Occasionally we would cancel church for winter storms, but never had we cancelled church for an unknown length of time.
I was at the piano that Sunday and as people were leaving, I played the old hymn, 'Til We Meet Again. I had tears flowing down my face, thinking that it could be well into May or June before my beloved church family would get back together again.
I couldn't imagine that there would be children born and walking and we would still be separated.
Many milestones have occurred to all of us during the pandemic: births, deaths, weddings, etc. Even though we’re still in the midst of the pandemic, we continue to support each other. I have also been able to see the beauty around me. I hug my grandkids harder and longer.