Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

In the middle of the night my husband woke me up and told me, "I don't think we're going to make it through this".  I spent most of the rest of the night feeling our vulnerability and powerlessness over this pandemic.  I am so grateful to the people delivering our groceries, and yell at them as they leave "thank you" and stay safe.  I hope safety is put in place ahead of profit, and yet I am dependent on younger people to deliver food and medicine.  I do not order takeout, because that seems a frivolous risk in these times.  I thanked my doctor this morning when she called to clarify a prescription, and we wished each other safe and well.  The future is always uncertain, but now it is filled with movie like scenarios that terrify us.  I worry about one of my kids or grandkids, then another, then another.  It's soothing to get the photos on my phone, but at the same time I wonder if I will ever see any of them again.  This is, of course, the situation my dearest older daughter is in up north.  My husband and I are traveling up soon, but will she is any of her siblings and nephews again?  The only thing we can do is try to appreciate all the little moments this day, and soak in as much beauty as we can.  Life is so precious, and we must treat it with respect.