It’s Thanksgiving week, and to be honest, it couldn’t be worse timing. The country is in a massive wave of covid, with nearly 200,000 new cases a day, making July’s spike look like peanuts. This has been going poorly for weeks, and San Antonio has been faring relatively well…until now. Two days ago, our case numbers suddenly skyrocketed, and we all got emergency warnings on our phones about levels that hadn’t been seen since mid-July.
Now, we weren’t planning on having a huge traditional Thanksgiving celebration anyway. I have a very large extended family, and most years, we have an early Thanksgiving gathering with my mom’s side of the family the weekend before. It would have been yesterday, but it didn’t happen of course. And then on the day-of, we would normally go to my aunt and uncle’s house for a celebration with my dad’s side of the family. Again, that’s not going to happen, not in the current environment and definitely not now that our area is starting to spike.
But we were planning a few small things. We were going to make traditional foods just for us. My sister was thinking of coming to town and even isolated herself completely for a few weeks beforehand to be extra safe. We were going to hang out on our back deck, outside, far enough apart to again be extra safe. My mom and stepdad might have come over as well, though those plans weren’t finalized. At some point, we might have gotten together outdoors with my dad and stepmom and half-sister, maybe for a walk on the trails. It’s looking like all of that might be canceled, though. Our meagre attempts to be with family at this time of year, as safely as possible, just gone.
I know this is the way it has to be. I know. I’m going to spend some time mourning anyway. I have no idea when I’m going to see my family again, and my oldest son isn’t even coming home from college for the holiday. (He’s decided to stay up in Kansas over the long winter break, with a short week down here at Christmas.) Those are sad things. Covid has made a lot of sad things this year.
But I’m also going to take some time to be thankful this week for the things we have. None of us have been sick. (Fingers crossed it stays that way!) My kids have options for virtual schooling. Jason has a job that can be done from home, so we haven’t had to worry about income issues or him potentially getting exposed at work. I have a social support network that I can lean on when I’m sad.
I do hope that soon, we can be together again. Christmas is coming and I know it won’t be the same this year, which is going to be doubly hard as it already wasn’t the same last year due to other family circumstances. It’s been nearly a year since I’ve seen some of the people in my family now, and for a group that’s as tightly connected as ours, this has been rough. We’re all still hanging in there, though. And I’m going to try my best to appreciate that this Thanksgiving week.
I’m trying to be thankful here too. Even though my side of our family only lives 60 miles away, we won’t be going (obviously since my wife and I are both just getting over covid, me more than her, who is better and already back to work). My dad got tested last week and is waiting the results. Based on what he’s told me, I don’t think he has it, but I’m thankful he was being cautious, based on possible exposure. My wife’s side of the family is in Maryland and Delaware, so we’re definitely not going out of state to see them. However, maybe we can get together for a Zoom. Here’s hoping.
Fingers crossed for you father. I hope he’s gotten the results back now and all is well!
Yes,he got them. They were negative.
I had to grieve my own plans as well, though I’m grateful I haven’t had to grieve any of my loved ones. My mom understands and we FaceTime constantly, but my dad was recently diagnosed with cancer and I’m extra anxious for him. He doesn’t own a cell phone or computer, and the last time I saw him was back in June (maybe July), before our first spike. I’m sad that I’m losing time with him, but he’s extra vulnerable now.
Yes, I’m thankful that so far none of my friends/family who have gotten covid have died. I’m thankful that though both of my grandparents are getting toward the end of their lives, it hasn’t been hastened. I hope I get to see them again before they go. My grandpa’s been practically in hospice care for the last 18 months, and the last time I got to see him was on new year’s eve. 😦
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