Celebrations of love continue in the time of Corona. Wedding vows pledged privately, ceremonies postponed for a later date. But what happens when a loved one takes their last breath? Customarily a time for comfort, casseroles, and closure.
A cruel twist of this unprecedented pandemic means not being able to say goodbye. Our Sangria Sister, Kyla Brennan, lost her brother two weeks ago. The heartache of being isolated from family is yet another terrible sign of the times.
Kyla’s story: 💔
As far as relatives go, siblings are unique. They are our allies, sparring partners, secret keepers, ass kickers, protectors, and unloseable friends. They’d never quip “I think I hear your mom calling” because that means they’d have to leave too.
My brother died March 15, 2020 after a brief (not COVID) illness.
I’ve already lost a parent, but a sibling is a different ball game. They have their own families; their spouse and children’s heartbreak magnifies your misery. It’s unexpectedly brutal. Now, what could possibly make this situation exponentially worse? You got it – the C word.
Corona means no funeral, no rituals, no hugs. I haven’t seen my 85-year-old mother since the day before he died. I’m cut off from my family in Edmonton as much as they are from each other. Thanks Alexander, for the phone – which we’ve stuck to because ugly crying is too truthful for Facetime.
Will we get through? Absolutely. But it’s rough territory. The upside is my two young adult children are home with us, which is heavenly. We will have a Celebration of Life, on many levels, when this virus vamooses. And there will be comfort, though perhaps no handshakes.