my search for a deep and conscious humility tells me that I am not an example for the next generations.
That said, when I think of some friends there is another truth: I admit that they are an inspiration for my life and they support me with practical suggestions. Some of them have had the same experiences as me, others are good listeners.
I would like to be like them, if God allows me.
A little support, a little sharing, for friends and people I love and people I only know, someone to help them feel welcome, a quiet harbor where to have relief before leaving for the sea.

Dear Diane, my father is worse again, he feels a lot of pain in a specific point of his chest. This happens in the morning, while in the afternoon after a painkiller she feels better.
I think we have to be ready for anything, and the doctor says the same too.
My son tested positive for Covid this week, so me and the other son have to stay away from him. He spends day and night in his bedroom and luckily there is a bathroom next to the room.
My other son sleeps on the sofa, which fortunately is very cozy and big.
My husband stays at his mother’s house, so as to limit the possibility of contagion.
But we’re all fine, no pain. The worst part is we can’t go to my dad. We talk to him on his cell phone.
I feel a lot of love from my sisters, my grandchildren, my relatives, my friends and colleagues, and you all. This is a blessing. The mysterious ways of God’s love that you yourself told me … this is a way, for sure, and that has manifested itself to me.

A big hug to you all.
I will come back tomorrow to say something more about this quarantine.

dear Diane! thank you for thinking of me and praying for my father. I prayed for your sister and was relieved when I read your post about her and her family. I didn’t answer … I fall asleep on the sofa with the laptop in hand …
it may seem strange, but my dad is stable and apparently better than when we and he learned the truth about his chest. I keep praying and prayer gives me peace. He has now done a new exam that allows the radiologist to target only the right spots with radiotherapy. So, I just hope, above all, that he doesn’t suffer. As you said, God has a mysterious way of taking part in our life.
I continue my work, always wearing my mask, paying attention … this is life in these times. I am always grateful for what I have, my family, my friends, my work. A deep, calm joy might seem unsuitable for this circumstance, but I feel it, and sometimes I even wonder if I’m not a little selfish.
This sacred community helps me a lot, even if I don’t write I’m always here.
Feel embraced my dear Diane, I hope you are well.