Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

It's one day before Christmas Eve, and we've had the pandemic delimas many are facing. Our daughter and grandson took the Covid test Monday, but still haven't gotten the results, so no cookie baking today, and because of the rain our older son and his family will only visit for an hour or two tomorrow morning, because our younger son, his wife and son are visiting and traveled by airplane, just as our older son's wife's mother traveled out here for the holidays. We want to be cautious and careful, but it means not being all together for Christmas Eve dinner and Christmas day. It's wrenching and torturous. Our family has the two youngest boys unable to have a vaccine, and the next oldest only with his first shot, and the oldest hasn't had the booster yet. When our granddaughter comes Monday, she will be flying, but she's vaccinated and boostered at least. We are yearning to be all together, because we are grieving over the loss of our daughter, aunt, and mother. But what seemed so possible in the summer is now too dangerous, and with the old (my husband and I) and the young so vulnerable. Our two sons are immunocompromised as well. I am being grateful that some family will be with us this year, and hopeful that the omnicron surge will soon peak and die down, and the warm weather will make it possible to enjoy each other outdoors. But right now it's cold and wet, and outdoors is an option for puddle splashing only, which the grandson at least adore!