“What’s happening with your camera?” I asked Ric on our last outing. He has a new one, and left the old one for repair, possibly passing it on to me.
“It’s lost in the pandemic.”
“Oh,… yeah.”
Processing the backload of photos, I come across pics of my mom from our last visit, before her nursing home was locked down. I didn’t know then that I wouldn’t be seeing her again for a while. I wish I had have taken some of the two of us together.
The shutdown happened so quickly, there was no time to plan or tidy up loose ends. That pottery workshop I’d set up with the girls was put on hold. Ric’s planned trip to visit our youngest and help set up her new apartment also set aside.
In the first few weeks, we were focused on doing the right thing, but as time passes…
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