It feels trite and silly to be posting photographs of cabbage recipes and bearded irises when three thousand miles away family members are mourning the loss of their daughter, granddaughter, cousin and niece. But that's what I am doing. It feels pointless and even reckless to be shopping for groceries when even little ones are now losing their life to COVID. But that's what I am doing. It feels sad and selfish to attend video taped church services when so many feel hopeless. But that's what I am doing. It feels like a waste of time to have a zoom meeting about our RESP when our younger daughter is so full of anxiety and dread. But that's what I am doing. It feels ridiculous to write about resilience and strength when our daughters are worried and scared. But that's what I am doing. I am working and sleeping and cooking and cleaning and driving and walking and sitting and watching and singing and praying and sewing and weeding and raking and talking and listening and fetching and thinking and feeling and living every day. Because that's what you do.
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