Oh, Emily.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
I sometimes get really sad because I don’t always feel impactful. I live with Luna, but no other corporeal beings. My kids are faithful about checking on me, and will—upon occasion—tolerate me buying them dinner or groceries…sometimes they even let me cook for them. Most of the time, this introverted gal LOVES the solitude, the routine, the ability to rearrange furniture without having to get permission from anyone. Sometimes, however, loneliness creeps in. I am alone but don’t want to be, maybe, and I am not supposed to be mixing and mingling amid the pandemic…so…
And then…I will get a letter (thank you, SG) or a text or a FaceTime request (thank you, DS) or an email, or a have a Zoom Call (thank you, AT) that reminds me that I have touched the hearts of many…that they still regard me with kind wishes and love…and maybe, just maybe, I have been on hand to keep those hearts from breaking…and I am restored.
I can dance forward into this strangeness, fortified and renewed.
