I too came into my own during the pandemic just as I reached 65. My private world had just collapsed, mimicking the chaos of the external world. On the cusp of the pandemic my beloved home went into foreclosure, my husband had ravaged our finances due to diagnosed cognitive deficits. Sheltering in place in a place that was precarious wit…
I too came into my own during the pandemic just as I reached 65. My private world had just collapsed, mimicking the chaos of the external world. On the cusp of the pandemic my beloved home went into foreclosure, my husband had ravaged our finances due to diagnosed cognitive deficits. Sheltering in place in a place that was precarious with an abusive husband was challenging. Putting the pieces together and creating a new life now fell on me. Yet in the isolation and quiet of the pandemic I was able to plan and come into my own. It allowed the best of me to come through.
Oh, Sally. Loss upon loss. I'd rather face a pandemic alone than trapped with an abusive husband. But here you are, knowing what it takes to rebuild your life and knowing you're up to the challenge.
Thank you Rona. Going through these kinds of losses in the isolation of the pandemic, without the benefit of a human hug made it that more poignant, but I did rebuild and I am flourishing at 67. It did give me the confidence of what I was capable of, of what we are all capable of. It gave me back my voice.
I too came into my own during the pandemic just as I reached 65. My private world had just collapsed, mimicking the chaos of the external world. On the cusp of the pandemic my beloved home went into foreclosure, my husband had ravaged our finances due to diagnosed cognitive deficits. Sheltering in place in a place that was precarious with an abusive husband was challenging. Putting the pieces together and creating a new life now fell on me. Yet in the isolation and quiet of the pandemic I was able to plan and come into my own. It allowed the best of me to come through.
Oh, Sally. Loss upon loss. I'd rather face a pandemic alone than trapped with an abusive husband. But here you are, knowing what it takes to rebuild your life and knowing you're up to the challenge.
Thank you Rona. Going through these kinds of losses in the isolation of the pandemic, without the benefit of a human hug made it that more poignant, but I did rebuild and I am flourishing at 67. It did give me the confidence of what I was capable of, of what we are all capable of. It gave me back my voice.