Sherri, So sorry about your mum...it is particularly hard because you can't be with her and help.
Carla, there is an update to zoom where the kids can put in passwords. It is turned on by default with the latest update.
Rae, I can only imagine how hard it is not being able to see Bailey in person. I'll bet you will spend the whole day hugging her when you can.
Karen, Easter is not canceled, but it will be different.
I am in a funk today. I posted a response on Facebook on an article on the facility that will no longer be opened in our community. As a result, I was attacked, vilified and called so many awful names. I should know better, but I have been in tears for hours. Most of the comments on the article were bad, but the ones that were directed at me were terrible. They said I deserved to get the virus because of my lack of compassion for the homeless, among other things. If I had not struggled so much over the decision to oppose it in the first place... because I do care about the homeless, probably more than most.
What I don't talk about much, maybe never, is that my son, David, who died was virtually homeless. I made sure he always had a roof over his head, food and paid his cell phone and vehicle insurance. He came here to shower and wash his clothes, both him and his son, Mark. I had them living with me for a while, but he kept having people over, they had drugs, things would get stolen. It was a rough situation. David was a wonderful person, in many ways and I loved him so much. He just made bad decisions, and many of them were from a good heart. He once stole my credit card and spent $1200 feeding his friends. Having Mark with us after David died was as bad. I had him living with me for a nightmare year. He would not shower, his room was filthy, he did nothing to help around the house and lived off us. He was not allowed to live in our community (55 and over) and was one more resident in our tiny place than were were allowed to have, but we did our best. Since he moved to Arizona, I have paid his cell phone and sent him food every month. He has a place to live and is constantly doing foolish things like having way too many pets and not taking proper care of them. If you can't take care of yourself, for heaven's sake, don't get pets.
My son, Chris, died of AIDS. WHen it was still a stigma to have AIDS. He was abused by someone we trusted very much and this man gave him AIDS. After he died, I sat beside the bed of so many AIDS patients who were dying with no one to hold their hand, because I cared.
I have really taken it to heart that anyone in the world thinks I am heartless and I don't care about people. Then I feel bad because being upset has made it about me and my heartache.
Today, I just don't want to be me.