The end of 2021 is finally here… thank you, dear Lord. Never have I ever wanted to see the back-end of a year as much as I have this one.
Granted, 2020 was not a good year either, courtesy of a global pandemic. But, like most people, I did my best to weather the storm by masking, social distancing, and avoiding large gatherings…not that there were many of those to be had, sadly.
Like many others, I made a conscious decision to protect family and friends by masking up or just staying away. We didn’t like it, but it was the right thing to do.
Daddy, you doubted that it was as bad as was being reported. “You know the news sensationalizes things all the time, right?”
Even when your daughters, two of whom are nurses (one who worked firsthand with people stricken by this virus) assured you that it is bad, REALLY bad, you still did not believe.
Categories: Everyday People, Taylor-Thomas Line, This Is My Life
Tags: autobiography, biography, death, family, father, memories, my life, pandemic, personal
It has been a long, long, long time since my junior high days… decades, in fact. And yet, there is one moment in my junior high experience that remains fresh in my mind: the time my mama, a soft-spoken woman, ripped my biology teacher up one side and down the other.