It feels like something or the other happened this year to everyone. 2020 feels like an adjective to describe anything that is uncomfortable or thorny. But apart from being confined to my home for most of the year, in all honesty it hasn’t been such a God-awful year for me.
The isolation, however, has left with me with much time to think, to process friendships, past relationships and loss. It feels like I am constantly revisiting my life in different seasons and grasping a more profound appreciation for people who have impacted my life in some way or the other. I think of my late Godmother a lot. I have only ever suffered loss by death of two people who mattered to me in my lifetime and as much as we claim it to be a natural part of life, I don’t think the grieving ever stops. Rather it remains at varying level of intensity as time and new experiences come to pass.
