I was walking my dogs this morning when I saw the three-year old twin boys on their twin swings, and heard their grandpa saying, “Up…Up.” Across the street, I saw five-year Damien hosing down a truck tarp, his dad sitting in the truck’s bed saying, “Good Job.” I saw ten-year old Jason riding his bike down the middle of the street and his grandparents standing in their driveway, waving at him.
I thought these boys will have stories to tell their grandchildren about how they lived through the pandemic of 2020.
Life will go on; stories will be told.
Laurel Richardson 