It’s becoming rapidly cliche to say this, but we are indeed living in strange times.
My coworkers are working remotely for social distancing, but since I live on campus I’m coming in each day to a very empty yet highly productive space. I live on campus, but I’m not going next door to where the retired sisters live for their protection. Separated togetherness.
Our sponsored hospital just down the road is treating patients at the epicenter of the COVID-19 crisis here in New Jersey. Holding all of the dedicated medical professionals and patients especially in my prayer.
Our sisters in the Seattle area are just down the road from the nursing home where it all started in Washington State. They’ve been in high gear for over two weeks now.
My Dad is in his own nursing home in Chicago where he receives excellent care. I was planning to visit him this past weekend, but that trip of course got cancelled. I just called and managed to get him on the phone to wish him a happy St. Patrick’s Day. “Are you all locked in for the night?,” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “The whole world is locked in for the night.” He then asked me how far reaching this was, so I told him. And I think he understood. He knows something is up.
As my Dad’s dementia has progressed, he has used more and more interesting phrases to get his point across. Sometimes they make no sense. This one was spot on. Locked in.
Praying for everyone on this Feast of St. Patrick, as we anticipate the Feast of St. Joseph later this week and the start of spring.
Stay safe and tucked in (locked in) wherever you are.
Remember social isolation only makes sense in solidarity. Even if you are alone, we are together.
Remember to breathe (just not on other people!).
2 thoughts on “Locked in for the night”
Loved your post … so refreshing. Especially the Intuitive “insightful” question from Dad. Happy belated St. Patrick’s Day to you too ☘️☘️☘️☘️
Love to hear from you more often