Like so many others, COVID 19 has seemed to infiltrate every thread of our life. Our jobs. Schools. Family. The holidays. The news. It's everywhere we turn. Absolutely everywhere, and now here I am writing about it. Doing the one thing I didn't want to do, but here I am. Doing it all the same. Bare with me because my heart is heavy tonight.
On the week where the emergency approved vaccine begins hitting our local hospitals, optimism and hope should start to replace the fear and uncertainty of the months ahead. We're at the turning point in the pandemic. The light is starting to blink at the end of the dark tunnel of the last 9 months. I should feel joy that maybe normalcy will come back to us. That we can travel again. See friends. Gather and celebrate holidays with our loved ones. It's so close in our grasp now that I woke up today feeling so optimistic until I looked at my phone tonight after making dinner.
A death that hits a little too close to home. A pillar of our church and our community lost to complications from his long fight with Covid. A husband. Father. Grandfather. Friend. Farmer. Business Man. It would take pages to list this man's community involvement and that would only be scratching the surface of it. His passing is a reminder of just what this virus can do. It tears families apart. His wife and daughter were able to be with him, but his sons and grandchildren couldn't be there with him. The unfairness of it all that this is the same for so many others who have died alone in a hospital. They were lucky, but so many others weren't.
Now, Christmas is just 10 days away. My favorite time of year. We can't celebrate with our friends, see our family, or celebrate our oldest godson's birthday like we normally would. I miss them all, and I've tried to make the best of the situation we've found ourselves in, but tonight, my heart is heavy tonight. I can only hope that tomorrow I can my that hope again.
Avelyn Paige is an Wall Street Journal and USA TODAY bestselling Motorcycle Romance author.