When I hear people talk about being stuck at home, I am reminded that every single day, mothers, fathers, sisters, spouses, brothers, grandparents and friends get up, get dressed, and leave their homes to face the unimaginable. They willingly go to places they know endanger their lives. They wear special, protective equipment, and spend hours caring for sick and dying people. When they are through, they shed the protective equipment, sanitize every surface of their bodies, clothing, and vehicles before heading home for a few hours of rest before doing it all again. Once home, they must sterilize themselves and everything they are wearing. They do this to save lives. They do this to keep people they will never know safe and alive. They ask nothing in return, except that we stay home.
Do I miss going out to dinner? Yep. Do I wish we could go to Mass? Absolutely. Am I sad that my husband and family cannot go to the jobs they love so much? Of course. Do I miss seeing my mother? More than words can express. Do I miss life as we knew it only a few short weeks ago? Yes. I do. Yet, I try to think about those people who are fighting this horrible virus every single day. And I am thankful to do my small part. Staying safe...Not stuck...at home.