Marching On

COVID JOURNAL 1

Between me and my sisters.

6:20 PM Are you going to post anything?

6:23 PM No.

6:24 PM I’ve been looking at the pictures we took during Mama’s funeral and feeling so sad.

6:58 PM We only really have two uncles. This one and the other who is very much a stranger.

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5:25 PM How much money are you sending?

5:29 PM I already send 200 last week to dad told dad 100 for uncle funeral 100 for dad

Between me and the world.

To have to choose to be safe instead of being able to support those who may need you in person, those who could use something as simple as the presence of others who knew the person who passed. It is unfair to not be able to mourn with family over the loss of someone special during this pandemic. 

Between my dad and his brother.

Between memories.

My sweet uncle, my father’s brother whose words are as gentle as he is kind, I send sweet loving thoughts to you in return for your transition into your final resting place.

Between me and my uncle.

Kuv Hlob Ntsuab Txos, kuv tu siab tias kuv tuaj tsis tau saib koj ua zaum kawg. Kuv loj hlob tsuas paub tias muaj koj tib leeg ua peb Hlob xwb. Mus zoo koj nawb mog.

Between us all. We shall keep marching on.

As you wish, we will continue on. We love you.