The hardest part of all of this Covid-19 stuff for us is not being able to see my parents. We usually go visit them in April/May, August, and December. This year we have only seen them for 1 day on our way back from Florida in early March. Thinking we would be able to visit again soon we really didn’t think anything of just stopping to see them for a quick visit. Now, I wish we had stayed longer.

My brother has been helping as much as possible but Dad had eye surgery the other day and has to go back again in the morning to have it checked. He is basically housebound so getting him out is difficult. For the surgery they had to get him dressed, out of the house, in his wheelchair, down the ramp across the yard, to the car, in the car, to the doctor’s office, out of the car, into the wheelchair, into the waiting room, into the operating room, out of the wheelchair, into the doctor’s chair to have the surgery. Then when it is done they have to do all that in reverse. He cannot help so it is basically moving dead weight. My brother and mother were exhausted when they got home and have to do the same thing tomorrow morning for the checkup. I wish I could be there to help but getting down there is the issue because we could pick up anything along the way or in the hotel. I cannot do that to them no matter how much I want to help and see them.

We are hoping maybe September or October maybe all this will die down enough to go see them. Fingers crossed.

What are you missing about life before Covid?