Wednesday the 28th of November is a memorable day. It's the day the city and it's business's opened its doors to the public in Melbourne after four months of restrictions and isolation.
Needless to say, Melbournians will have learnt a certain amount of humility, whether they like it or not. In the beginning, it was kind of embarrassing that our state was the last one to get the spread of the virus under control, until the realisation that people were dying by the dozen each week. That thought has to have a toll on one's psyche. I was fortunate not to know anyone who has had the virus or who has suffered in any way, I do feel lucky that I have been spared that grief because I know grief. I met it face to face a year ago when my mum died of natural causes. Mum was not well and a senior so it was expected that she would go one day soon, but you can
never be prepared for how grief envelopes you, and takes over every atom of your being. You become another person, one that you are not acquainted with and have never met before.
My heart goes out to all virus sufferers and victims, I wish you the speediest of recovery in all ways possible, whether it's your heart, your soul, your body or your mind that needs to recover. Moving back to a covid normal is a relief for all, in ways that we took for granted prior to the pandemic, yet even though Melbourne, the rest of Australia and our New Zealand cousins get back to eating outside with friends, meeting up with beloved family, or just mingling in local shops, I do think of the rest of the world that are going through a third wave, that seems to be more insidious than the previous. I have family in Italy, and I hope that my thoughts reach them as some kind of spiritual healing vibration, because the fear of getting sick, or the fear of being alone and isolated for some is unbearable.
Let's count our lucky stars and give yourself a good pat on the back for enduring, and being responsible, we all deserve a medal ;p