It has been three months today since Mom passed. I think some feel I have moved on, but I certainly have not. I have always been a pretty faithful person and while Mom was alive (pre-pandemic anyway) I still went to church. Between my brother and I, well I was still the “practicing” Catholic. I went to church. I tried to be a good person, tried to pass on the good things about my faith to my child. The pandemic though definitely put the brakes on that. We stopped going to mass in person, except when they still had it outdoors. And then it was when they had the major feasts outdoors. We have been a couple of times since things have been strictly indoors, but I’d be lying if I said I haven’t lost my faith. Well, my faith in the religion part anyway, not in the God part. I always took the religion part as a structure I was taught and mostly enjoyed. But things got political. The pandemic got political. Religion got more political and it was and is exhausting.
Meanwhile, Mom passed. I miss her terribly but gave her the Catholic send off I believe she would have loved, with the possible exception of my right wing cousin who felt it necessary to receive communion on the tongue practically prostrate on the ground. Pissed me off. So self centered putting the priest in a compromised position when he needs to stay healthy. One of the reasons we receive by hand these days. But I digress.
Work, a small liberal arts college which is also Catholic, was a struggle. The school is under a great deal of pressure. My boss, the CFO, is now resigning at the end of September. She couched it as her decision, but I’m not really sure that is the case. I didn’t say this though as she presented it as such so… here we are. Once again another speed bump in 2022. Smaller than others but there nonetheless.
On the other side of life my husband has been prepping a wonderful couple weeks in the UK for the three of us; him, daughter, and myself. I only recently have been looking forward to it. He is still concerned about Covid particularly since daughter is off to sleep-away camp for three nights less than a week before we leave. She hasn’t been able to go for the last two years though and we really want her to enjoy so fingers are crossed.
It has been a challenging few years. I try to keep my head up, but I can tell dear hubby is frustrated with our current state of affairs, though we are all doing our best. I am going through some change myself, but don’t know what will come out the other end so it seems hard to share with anyone these days. This blog post is probably the closest I’ve come.
Life is indeed a journey. I try my best as do we all in whatever circumstance we find ourselves. It will be interesting to see the next chapter, assuming we all survive the transition.