This week marks the one year anniversary of the first covid death in Alberta. When February turned to March, I felt a sense of panic. What happened last year caused trauma. Simple things set off waves of anxiety. Seeing people (from the mask up) that I haven't seen, cause tears. I am always surprised by them... missing people more than I realize. Missing hugs. Missing time hanging out with my friends, family and colleagues. Time to reflect on what we have learned. What we are learning every day... Are we carrying too much? Are we able to ask for help? Do we know who we can share our trials with? I hope people know they can talk to me. I hope I am that friend that people trust. I hope we can move forward and get through this...
Devon and I have new callings. Set apart today as church was reopened for in person church. We have been attending virtually since ... a long time. We are Just Serve specialists. So far I am not feeling very successful, but hopefully we can get one organization to join and then that will start us off. Fingers crossed.
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