When I think about five years ago, in the month of March, I never could have believed that April would turn my life and countless others into such grief. I lost my husband on April 14, 2020–a call from the hospital at 5:20 telling me he passed when I was just speaking with him at 4:10. How could this disease reek such havoc in a matter of an hour?

I have been one of the lucky ones.I have a support system in place with Covid survivors and with my Covid group the WTF on Monday evenings. At a moments notice I can call them day or night and they understand.

It is a horrible feeling to feel so lost without your person and to try and make a new life. It’s been five years but I know that he isn’t coming back and I have to choose life. To live and not to just exist. But Covid still is hell and will continue because no one cares and they didn’t care then. If you weren’t touched then you just made sourdough bread.