As covid restrictions seem to be easing, we are about to head off on another adventure. But before that, I must explain a little of my reason for not posting in such a while. If you have read my posts you have seen my inclination to tell a happy story or paint a rosy picture. Covid 19 has been a very trying time. It has brought isolation to many and for some tragedy. We have been dealing with both. Being isolated from an aging parent (my father turned 92) has not been good. Being separated from family because a career move brought grandchildren and our daughter across the ocean, when you had been accustomed to seeing them daily because they lived on the same block; has been especially tough. At least there was the opportunity to see them and talk with them through the use of modern technology. It is not quite the same as being there in person, but better than not seeing them at all. The one thing we will never be able to heal completely from is the loss of our youngest child Jonathan. He passed away in October, not directly related to covid, but a tragic event in our family that will always leave an emptiness where there was once a bright smile and charming presence. Jonathan was sweet, smart, funny, handsome, affectionate, sometimes blunt and always unapologetically independent. His family and friends are heartbroken at his passing, while comforted by the thought that he always knew he was loved by family and friends. He was a magnet to kids, and his nieces and nephews could often be seen hanging off of him as he played with them. We miss him greatly.
Dear Jonathan, you will always be remembered and we thank the Lord for the time we shared. We will long for your loving embrace. You always gave the best hugs!