When we first started hearing about COVID in February, I would have laughed at you if you’d said that we’d still be dealing with this come my birthday.
I remember trying to plan a birthday parade for my niece at the height of restrictions in Western Canada. ‘We can do this’, I thought to myself. People were going to buy into staying home. People were going to buy into wearing masks and we could contain COVID.
I was so naive.
There was 114 active cases in the province when I helped to plan the birthday parade for my niece. Today there are nearly 4,000 in the city that I live, nearly 8,000 in the province.
It’s my birthday. There’s a snowstorm outside and a deadly disease sweeping the city, province, country and world. There will be no parties, no going for drinks, no visiting with friends. I’m just hanging out here, being antisocial. Nobody’s going to get sick on my watch.
My family and friends have come through in droves to send me presents and cards, text messages and phone calls. I’ve received more cake than I could ever eat. (see below)
A beautiful bouquet of flowers was delivered this morning. I also got a pair of Vessi shoes for my birthday. My brother even sent me some slippers from Denmark.
What a year it has been.
Who I was last year and who I am this year is two completely different people. I’m thankful for how far I’ve come and I can truly say I’m hopeful for what the future holds.
Here’s to another year and the adventures it has the possibility to bring. Hopefully it won’t all be spent in quarantine hiding from the world.