As we wind down another year, a year I’m sure no one was anticipating when they clinked champagne glasses at the countdown to midnight, ringing in the year 2020. Celebrations erupted. It was 2020! The start of a new decade.
There’s so much to be excited for when a new year begins. We wipe the slate clean from the previous year. Tell ourselves we’ll do better. Right our mistakes. Change our ways, if that’s what’s needed. The resolutions begin, and we jump into January ready to take on the new year with so much promise, so much hope.
And then Covid stops us in our tracks and changes everything.
I thought I rang in the New Year in such a lame way. I was sick as hell. Spent the night on the couch, barely staying awake to watch the ball drop. Turns out, being sick was the most accurate way to start the year that would be 2020.
I think about those whose lives were taken by Covid-19. What their New Year resolutions were? Did they have expectations or goals for 2020? A new job? A promotion? Getting pregnant? Becoming engaged? Getting married? Maybe someone had become a grandparent for the first time, and 2020 was going to be all about loving that new child and building memories with him/her.
As I write this, the U.S confirmed death toll is 302,141 people. Those three hundred thousand people can no longer build memories with their loved ones, they have now become memories to their loved ones.
No one can know for sure if those people wouldn’t have died of other reasons in 2020, but Covid made sure that they did. The horrific fact is, the dying is reportedly not even close to ending. The casualty predictions are dire. Vaccines have been approved, but many thousands will die before the vaccine becomes available to them.
Two weeks ago, I recovered from my case of Covid-19. I was ashamed that I got it because it made me feel irresponsible when I thought I was being cautious. I’m not an anti-masker. I avoided large gatherings. But I still got it, and I can only hope I didn’t spread it to anyone else. My case was very mild. I’m lucky and grateful for that.
As this disastrous year comes to an end, I hope for a new year of recovery, healing, and as much peace as we can achieve.
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Oh dear! So sorry to hear about your health scare, Alicia. Plus you had Phil to worry about too. Sending you big virtual hugs, and wishing 2021 is a year worth celebrating. Cheers and hugs! Be safe and well.
Thank you, Sharon! Luckily it was a mild case. I hope 2021 is a year worth celebrating for everyone. Thanks for reading my blog.
Glad to know you survived COVID. Here’s praying this pandemic ends sooner than predicted.
Thank you, Catherine! I’m sorry. I’m just seeing this post now. I appreciate your kind words.
as another Bedazzled Ink author, I certainly would like to let you know your covid experience has touched me greatly. I rejoice to hear you’re on the recovering side of it now. I cannot count how many I know who’ve been radically impacted by all this virus has done. take care, christine
Thank you, Christine, for reading my blog and leaving a comment. It’s nice meeting another Bedazzled author. I was very lucky that my Covid experience was very mild. So many weren’t as luck. I’m sorry for that. But I hope you have a great New Year. Take care of yourself, Alicia.