Normally, with the beginning of a new month I look forward to what it will bring and feel a little excited, usually followed by singing, “pinch, punch, first of the month!” and chasing a certain someone around the house.
Today was not like that at all. Today, I woke up and all I felt was sad, so bloody sad. The handsome one had gone downstairs to make a cup of tea and put the radio on, and the first thing I heard was about a 13 year old boy dying from Coronavirus or Covid-19, whatever you want to call it.
I feel sad about all of these people who are losing their lives, I feel sad for their families, I feel sad for those people who’s jobs are at risk or have been lost and how stressed they must be about paying their bills, keeping their head above water and not knowing when things will change.
I feel sad for myself as well. I feel sad that I can’t see my family, we had a lovely Easter planned with an egg hunt, mini-eggs everywhere, Easter lunch, you know, the full works and I feel sad that I can’t see my friends or my work colleagues.
BUT, BUT, BUT, this isn’t a pity-party in anyway shape or form, I know that there is so much to feel grateful for and that none of my family or friends are hospitalised because of this terrible virus – I just think sometimes it’s fine to acknowledge that you feel sad, even though you know there’s so many more people in a much worse situation than you.
Yes, I’m sad and I think so many people are, so I just wanted to say it’s ok to be sad, we’re all in this together.
This picture for me sums up that even when we feel sad the world doesn’t stop moving – she’s just carrying on being this gorgeous sheep-mama and feeding her twins. Life really does go on.
A x
Abi in the Garden 
This is nice!
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