Last Sunday we were going to have the kids and grandkids come for a carefully-physically-distanced gathering in the back yard for cake and ice cream. I had it planned out to be safe, and the local Covid restrictions allow up to ten people outdoors (and we are nine). But it was raining and cold, so we postponed to this Sunday, which is Easter.
But the Covid variants are on the rise, and the government yesterday told us not to gather over the holiday. So we have cancelled the gathering. And I'm heartbroken. I haven't seen my kids and grandkids in so long! I miss their banter, their laughter, the way my boys joke together. My grandson has learned to read and I've missed it. My grand-daughter is almost a pre-teen and so tall and beautiful, and I've missed it. Bleh. I may as well go back up to the church and hide out there. I can't wait for the chance to hug them all again. It might be easier to bear the passing time if I'm not in such close proximity.