One thing missing

Walking from the bedroom to the kitchen, I had one of those revelations that you have at mundane moments. I thought about how comfortable we are compared to so many others. Our kids are grown and employed, so we don’t have to worry about trying to work and home school. We have dependable income and own a house. We are healthy. In fact, we have plenty of everything except one thing: people. Yes, I should feel grateful and I do, but there is still a hollowness in our life.

Our children are scattered to five different states, our friends are sheltering in place like we are. I want to be able to visit my children, to see friends. I know, the whole world feels this way.