I had a good laugh at myself yesterday.
I’ve been keeping a handwritten journal of my thoughts and experiences during the COVID19 pandemic. We’re living today during the history that generations after us will read about.
For me, it’s been a time of deep contemplation and inquiry. 101 years ago, two of my grandmother’s brothers died 4 days apart in the 1919 Influenza Pandemic. They were 20 and 26 years old at the time. A few months after that, her mother died. My grandmother was 18 when all this happened.
I can’t help but think about how that affected the
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