Hugs

Sunday and the fiftieth Covid blog!

This week hasn’t been a wonderful week, saying goodbye to someone who should still be here is never easy.
I have been fortunate in that this was my very first experience of a Covid restricted funeral and although it felt unfair, that there should have been a crowd of mourners, the sun shining through the clouds made it feel that she knew.

I was acutely aware that a friend who had moved away would be there, a friend I have spent evenings and holidays with and when I saw her I began to crumble, human nature taking over.

The words we’ve all been vaccinated were hastily uttered, we were outside and there was no hesitation, it felt so very inhuman not to.

Myself and my colleagues who knew her embraced and our tears flowed. This fundamental humanitarian action that ordinarily would occur without question.

Today we are told, it seems imminent that on May 17th we will be able to hug our family and friends. This is the news we have all been waiting for in England, it has been one of cruelest effects of this lockdown and feels as if we have been waiting forever for this news.

Every now and then (I am sure, like you) it hits me, just how incredulous this last year has been and how very raw our emotions are and will be for some time.

Our toes are only just beginning to dip into this ocean of hope, but we are stepping forward and life as always moves on.

Although it has been a tough time, I was greeted this week by the sight of a very large python skin. Nothing at all unusual really, not for this particular pupil but it made me smile, and I needed that.

Stay Safe and Hopeful,

Joy xxx 🐍