I miss seeing my grandchildren who live a short 40-minute car ride away. This was the first Thanksgiving in decades that we are not seeing my 87-year-old mom, my brother, my sister, niece, nephew daughters and grandchildren. We all missed those multiple-main-dish Thanksgiving dinners, with even more side dishes.
Makes my mouth water just thinking about it…
Staying home is not an easy decision since I have not seen my grandchildren in person since school started in September. I miss being part of their lives and looking into their eyes. I miss interacting with them and I miss hugging them of course. We spent time together during the summer because my daughter has done a masterful job keeping them safe (quarantined).
To reinforce my decision, the Center for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) pleaded with Americans NOT to travel for the holiday in order to limit the spread of Covid19. Hmmm… Stay at home and live, or travel to see family and take a chance that someone they met had the virus. To me it was a logical decision not to see family, as hard as this choice was.
Yet, as millions of people who chose like me to stay home for our 2020 Thanksgiving, millions of others have become “Pandemic-Weary,” and decided to fly across the country to see family they have missed. Our souls yearn for something familiar, something that warms our hearts – and nothing warms your heart more than hugging family.
Since we have been told that the pandemic would end magically in April, things have only gotten worse. By the day before Thanksgiving, over 1 million people had checked into American airports on each of the previous 4 days. At the same time, new cases of Covid-19 have skyrocketed across the country in the same way it spread across New York City in February.
There were 170,000 new cases a day and the first report of 1,500 Covid-19 deaths in one day. The chances of you encountering someone that has Covid-19 is actually very high.
For me, siting by a gate at the airport or in a steel flying cylinder at 30,000 feet doesn’t exactly smell of comfort. If it smells, it’s bad. Even Dr. Anthony Fauci stated that “people at airports are going to get in into even more trouble than we’re in right now.”
I did mention Pandemic-Weary. Even I had thoughts of just saying F… it, throw up my hands and take a chance, but the horrifying reality always lurks and reappears when thinking calmly. Millions of people are unwilling to “miss out” on seeing family and are convinced they can do it safely. All I can say to them is, I hope you and your loved ones do not end up in the hospital. An enjoyable family Thanksgiving weekend would turn into a horrifying Christmas holiday for some because they chose poorly. My grandmother would call those poor choosers “schmucks”.
For now, I will miss everyone, and everything associated with a great family holiday. However, I look forward to the day when I can hug my Grandchildren and relatives without the fear of death.