The saddest part of not remembering is the things I have forgotten. Sometimes I wish I could remember crucial details, loved one’s voices, or childhood memories.
Yet, somehow, through the beautiful, magical power of music, I can remember things I’ve lost and forgotten.
Social media has so many wonderful charms – staying connected to old friends, seeing my memories from many years ago, keeping up with Mrs. Marshall’s cute grandkids. But there’s a subtle demon that sneaks its grimy fingers out of various-shaped screens to wrap around the hearts of all who are not careful. Admittedly, there’s more than one demon, but the one I am naming today is, “Their-Life-Is-Better.”
The thing I struggle to know how to put into words is all the feelings I have at the one-year mark of this crazy thing we have called “corona,” “COVID-19,” “pandemic,” and “new normal.” One year. ONE. LONG. YEAR.