My husband's only living sibling died on Feb 1st, he was 95, and I was able to go to his visitation and funeral as long as I pushed a walker with about 5 pounds of antibiotics strapped to it.
March 1st my phone rings, the lady said Jettie, Belinda's dead. Belinda was my youngest sibling, and the only one I had contact with for the past few years. She had a wreck in September caused by a stroke, and had not been well since then, but no one expected her to pass. She had chosen cremation, so we had a memorial service planned for March 16th. It never happened because of the virus situation, it will hopefully be held sometime after all has quietened down.
My last time being in a store was on March 13th, and I've only been away from the yard 3 times since then, once to my daughter's house so hubby could deliver a rear end to replace the one that got broken when she slid into a ditch and broke the axle. And once to just drive about 25 miles to get away from home for a few minutes. That was to the school that I graduated from almost 54 years ago. Since graduation can't happen, they have a beautiful sign that shows each of this years graduates for about 10 seconds each, and then goes to the next one. And the other time, was to pick up my online grocery order at local Walmart.
So we are here patently waiting for things to get back to something close to normal, and watching Bocephus, the 4 legged child, play with his new toys. He is quite the handsome dude.
Best natured dog I have ever had the pleasure of belonging to, Minds well most of the time.
