2020 started off so positively. I think for a lot of people. And then it cratered, I think for a lot of people. We all have our personal stories. Personal triumphs. Personal tragedies for 2020. For some, 2020 will be a year they can never recover from. For some, it will have demonstrated resilience they had not expected.
For me – I lost my mother in 2020 – not to covid, but because of covid, I could not be with her in her last days and hours. I had to say goodbye to a dog that had been a faithful companion for 16 years. I had to watch my daughter’s softball season get cancelled – a team that she overcame a great deal of personal anxiety to try out for and join.
But I also got to watch the flexibility and adaptability of my daughter when it came to school. It would be a stretch to say she thrived with remote learning, but she took to well and made it work for her. And I was part of a working revolution with both my wife’s employer and mine, as they were able to pivot and shift and adapt to an ever-changing threat landscape.
For me, 2020 will be a lost year. A small percentage of my total life. For my daughter, my fear is more for the experiences she lost as there are so few years that form the basis of who you will become. We’re all formed by the times and events we live and survive through. I wonder how history will look back on 2020.
Not Really a Boomer 