The idea of social distancing is to distance yourself from those around you to lessen the chance of spreading this awful virus. It is there to protect one another and slow the infection rate, and therefore take some burden off the shoulders of all NHS staff, emergency service workers and carers.
As I mentioned in my last post, people are using video calls and being more actively engaged online because they can’t do so in person. But something I’ve noticed over the past couple of weeks is the feeling of separation. Mother’s Day this year saw hundreds of thousands – if not millions – of people apart from their Mums.
It saw people leaving flowers on doorsteps and running away before the door was opened, posting cards instead of being there in person. It made people unable to carry out their Mother’s Day celebrations and traditions. People are really missing their loved ones and need that interaction and both emotional and physical reassurance. You so desperately want to pop round and be in their presence, but you just can’t. And then I had a thought; this is what my grief feels like every day. It’s like people are getting an idea of what being without your loved one is like… but they still have the privilege of being able to give their Mum a call.
There is no consolation prize for grief. No flowers left on the doorstep of loss, no card on its way to let you know that you’ll see each other again soon.