It’s been so long since things have been normal, I have forgotten what normal is to be honest.
Everything seems to be so abnormal. About a month ago, COVID-19 attacked my family. My mom has been in ICU at St. Joseph’s East in Lexington for the past two weeks, including more than a week on a ventilator as her body fends off a virus that is more real to me than I could have ever imagined.
My own world seems to be turned upside down. It’s not a dream, but rather a reality. Because of COVID and visitor restrictions, mom has been in the hospital fighting for her life alone. No family, visitors, no bedside prayers, no emotional support and no way to reassure her that she is not alone. The coronavirus is cruel, very cruel. It makes you realize just how those little things we took for granted just 12 months ago were taken for granted.
The simple things have been ripped out from under our daily lives. Simple things such as shaking hands, socializing, food and fellowship are for now a thing of the past. Going to church this past Sunday reminded me just how much a virus has affected worship services in our churches. The offering plate hasn’t been passed around in months. Shaking hands with the pastor is a past tradition. Going to the hospital to visit your sick family member — in this case my own mom — is forbidden when C-O-V-I-D-19 is involved in the diagnosis.
I’m not going to lie. It’s the hardest thing in the world not being able to see your mom when she needs you the most. I admit I’m selfish and I have needed her too, because, this has been the toughest battle we have faced in our lifetime and the virus has made it 10 times worse it seems.
In the past few months, we have seen mostly empty sports stadiums. Half-capacity restaurants that used to be filled with families spending time together or celebrating a special occasion are halfway filled. Churches have roped off pews and seats that are six-feet apart and the Grand Ole Opry is empty as the show goes on. Concerts are few and far between.
We are a family of faith and we are relying on God in these unprecedented times. I just wish I could call my mom and hear her voice to reassure me that everything is going to be OK and trust God’s timing.
Hopefully mom will be back home soon and things will be normal again. The sooner, the better.