What a long, strange trip…

A Feisty Covid Widow’s Journey

Where to begin? March 2020. I prefer to not go into the nitty-gritty of our Covid journey, the symptoms, in the early days, that were not recognized as the virus raged across the globe, or the misdiagnosis from telehealth to an emergency room. Or other aspects of my own blissful ignorance, the conversations with medical professionals, and the details of ambulance rides, all details are only recalled through medical records Instead, this blog will reflect on my life, leading up to and including a traumatic time in my life and our children’s. Although in full disclosure, my pandemic memories are only now returning, three years later, in bits and blips, as though I was a blackout alcoholic. It was a time of chaos, crippling grief, brain fog, and an out-of-body experience. My motto became “I liked beer. I still like beers.” In essence, I guess I became the Brett Kavanaugh of the Covid widow’s world. (Apologies to CB.)

Here I am, 1156 days since my marital status changed, writing my first blog after struggling to create a page, and understand all the jargon like SEO, plugins, slugging, et al., WTH! I’m not an idiot until I began creating this blog and my page, and have had second thoughts about keeping on, but then I remember a favorite quote “Nevertheless, she persisted.”

Therefore, I’ll persist.

*This blog is dedicated to my favorite Dead Head, MWS.