Today’s my parents’ 66th anniversary.
Here’s what I wrote about their 58th anniversary:
Due to Covid-19, we can’t join them to celebrate and I couldn’t find anywhere that delivers dinners where they live. After 58 years in their house, where I grew up, they sold the property. My brother, who lives nearby, and has already been in and out of their house in the past several weeks of social distancing, is working like mad to clean things out and prepare for their move to a senior living apartment. Unfortunately, my sisters and I can’t travel from out of state to help.
I know the isolation is hard for them, as it is for the rest of us. For many months, they’ve already been quite housebound. Family and friends have taken them to medical appointments. When I visit, I do errands and we visit my father’s sister, Lillian, who lives in New Haven. Now she’s quarantined in her apartment. This latest social distancing is harder. My mother, until three weeks ago, enjoyed a senior exercise aquatic class at the local YMCA. They aren’t technically skilled– facetime, zoom and all eludes them .
I can only hope that we can celebrate their milestone at some point. They grew up during the Depression and World War II. They faced many challenges. This is another one.