I’ve been reminiscing, a lot, these last few days. Thinking mostly about my mum, and how she would be coping with the lockdown, organising people, cooking up large batches of food to share around the neighbourhood—as she did way back in the 70 and 80s when, at different times, there were power strikes that rolled on for days on end. And, at the time, when everyone had only electricity in their homes, we were one of the few (forward thinking dad?) who has a gas fire and gas fired stove in the kitchen.
When the strikes hit, and they hit some bad, my mum didn’t let anyone go cold or starve. People were welcomed in our home, space was made everywhere, and anywhere, and food was brought over and communally cooked.
What were seriously difficult times, back then, were eased by my parents need to help.
And it’s in that vein of thoughtfulness, I was brought up to think and serve too. In whatever capacity I can. I joined the military early on, got an education while serving, and saw a large part of the world at the same time. I’ve always volunteered over the years, where possible, to help out those less fortunate. But during this kind of lockdown, with social/physical distancing a necessity it’s biting me hard that I cannot do very much for anyone, but stay home, and keep my own personal distance.
That isn’t to say we haven’t tried here, to help. My partner has set up grocery deliveries for their elderly aunts, called an done banking. We set up banking online for said relatives, and generally have been keeping them all in the loop, via phone. It’s not much, but it’s all we can do, from afar. From ordering stuff, online, to making sure they are okay for doctor appointments and ordering taxis, or having the pharmacy deliver their drugs.
Every little bit helps so please, if you know someone in need, a family member, an elderly neighbour who’s struggling, reach out a hand and see what you can do.
Stay safe out there, people. And remember, we’re all in this together.