As panic started creeping in, how was it that stillness was bringing along something so precious. Every night, as we gather for our family dinner, I look at their faces, hear their words and we share. Then I keep hearing those words that I kept ignoring, “the new normal”. Maybe they are right. When this is over, maybe what was and may have been sometime taken for granted will be different. With that thought comes a touch of grief. So for now, I stay in the moment. I reach out, when I need a friend. I am there, when someone needs me. I will embrace making this time special in some way, just as it is. I will jot down my feelings and thoughts. One day, we will look back and see how far we’ve come. Until then, we really are in this together. Keep well.