2021 was the year we had envisioned everything would change again, for the better. The year Covid would end. The year life would return to (almost) normal.
But it was not to be. Instead 2021 was… exhausting.
There were days we felt sad. Anxious. Afraid. Angry. Stayed in Pajamas. Cried.
For myself one of the things that helped keep me going was remembering my grandmother who raised me. She passed away just shy of 102. We didn’t call her Amazing Grace for nothing. Grace didn’t have much patience for self-pity and would simply stare you in the eye and say “You just need to pick yourself up and tell yourself you can do this.”
But the main source of strength was family love. Even if some of it had to be via Zoom. We felt so blessed to have the uplifting burst of joy of a family wedding in September. In an airplane hangar. With the doors up. And lots of family. It was absolutely perfect.
There are folks for whom their source of love and strength, or the financial security of a job, has waned, or distanced, or even been taken away, by Covid. And this is where we get to find out who we really are as people, and as a community.
Whether you delivered a hot dish to a neighbour who lives alone, or sold your car for less than half its value to someone who needed it worse than you did, or picked up groceries for someone stuck at home in isolation, YOU were a source of hope and strength for someone.
And if you chose to help your community through organizations like Bethell Hospice, Caledon Community Services, Caledon Meals on Wheels, Caledon Parent Child Centre or others, the impact was the same. YOU became someone’s source of strength.
The need is still there. Covid is not a dusty old memory yet. But perhaps this year it will become one. I’m a believer.