#isnot

Just because we're not talking about the virus, doesn’t mean the virus is no longer here, or it’s no longer harmful. Ignoring the fact we’re still in the pandemic, doesn’t mean the virus is gone. The virus is not gone.  

Catching the virus repeatedly, becoming chronically ill and struggling to function in our every day, should be our wake-up call. Continuing to keep safe is my wake-up call. That the life I had, is the life I no longer have.

The independent scientists we're telling us in the early days, there will be more viruses. I work on the assumption if there is something obvious that I need to deal with, I deal with it, then the worry goes... and if I can’t find a way through and the worry is still there, I look to find a resolve.

I don’t talk about the fact that I am home all the time, because you'd probably stop listening, but it is very much a concern for those who are high risk and vulnerable, and who care about not catching the virus, and who know they have a lot to lose if they catch it. The virus isn’t done with us, even if we’re done with talking about the virus.

The lack of initiatives isn't an initiative at all. All government initiatives stopped and with a 'get on with your life' attitude with a virus that is still airborne and out there, means there is no 'getting on with life.'

It’s not clever to ignore something that can cost us our health, even more so when we have been told there will be more viruses to come. The world may be ‘finished’ with talking about or dealing with the virus, seeking to ignore its very existence, but it’s not done with us.

Recent events on HM Queen Elizabeth II’s passing, can bring about thoughts of our own mortality. I remember when my mother was terminally ill, and I had my father around at the time, I knew if she didn’t survive, the focus would start to be on my own mortality.

Then when my father passed 6 years after mum passed, my thoughts went back to when I was a child, thinking my parents would be around forever. Time flies, it catches you out and we take time for granted. We take life and people for granted, we don’t think about the whole and how life works.

A deep thinker from an early age, it gets tiring after a while. Me looking back on my parents’ life brought me to my own. Seeing our parents’ mistakes isn’t easy, but those do teach us to re-evaluate our own. Losing a loved one and seeing the pitfalls isn’t easy, then you realise you’re on your own.

But the nature of death for those left behind can be renewed if your cup’s half full, with an understanding of a life lived and hope, that when you look back at their life and your experiences with them, you may learn about life.

Around spirituality, you learn that death is not final, it’s simply the crossing from one life to another. The human spirit cannot diminish, it’s continuing, everlasting, immortal, ongoing, timeless, and undying and they’re still with you.