This was a booklet in the Hospice room of my best friend for 50 years. I watched her as she died for 4 days. It was traumatic for me and I was told I had to leave the building on one occasion because, due to COVID, only 4 visitors per patient were allowed. The other 4 all knew each other from Florida so I volunteered to leave the room, but the Hospice people made me go out into the cold. I went out to my car because it was cold and I was not prepared to go outside when told I had to leave immediately. I cried in the car, then drove away for a while. I was already hurting because my friend was dying, but this unecessarily harsh rote adherence to a rule hurt my feelings. I watched the stages of dying alone except for the nurses.
December 6, 2021
Some people in our community are stepping up to help others and some are not. Our local church has done an amazing job to get meals to families when schools closed and they have continued to serve meals during the summer. Our neighbor collects bread from a local distributor to families in need. But my moms group, which is mostly upper middle class families, has done practically nothing. I will not be renewing my membership next year! I decided to take action in my own community and formed a neighborhood group on Facebook. We dont have a huge group but we still hold monthly events included a seed share and a canned food drive. I hope to grow the group and do more community projects including the creation of a little library. Through the group I have connected to a diverse community and felt less alone.
July 29, 2020