Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Today our 10 month old grandson finally was comfortable enough with my husband and I to not cry when his mother was out of the room. It's almost heartbreaking, because after this Sunday, we will not be able to be in a pod with them, as his older brother will be back in his preschool, so we will kind of disappear. We can see him outside, six feet away and masked, but that will maybe be once or twice a week for an hour. But I'm grateful we had even this twelve day period when we could touch and hug and smile. Hopefully, we will receive the vaccine sometime next spring, and it will be possible to see our grandchildren again more normally. I am grateful that they are all well and managing in this strange world. So many people are suffering so much more than my family. We had no funeral or celebration for our daughter, but that will have to come later, perhaps next summer. My dear Zen teacher has had her cremation ceremony on Zoom, so that will have to do. My cousin's daughter's husband has died, and I will miss any service for him has well. But we have all lost people and been unable to mourn in the usual ways. We will be a nation of trauma after this pandemic, and a great deal of tenderness and healing will be necessary. I wish everyone self-kindness and delicate care of others in his post nightmare time.