The pandemic is a deeply sad time in which to be alive whatever one’s age. This is particularly true for the older, poor folks in NYC and New Orleans.
I am 74 and surviving with some periods of joy because I generally see the glass as half full, but this isolation is difficult for even strong relationships in the home. Nonetheless the suffering in this crisis can make us all a little more compassionate and a lot more human. Ultimately it may help to enhance the souls of those who get through it.
Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey 