When the governor called for classes to be canceled and schools to shut - and then for a shelter in place, she mentioned April 13. In March - the promise of April had the ability for us all to take a deep breath and hang on.
There was this nugget - this dangling carrot of hope, that once we got to April, we might get to the end of the upheaval, the chaos, the change and the confinement. There was a sliver of hope.
April 1 was also to be the day we were to get in the car, and do our annual trek to Atlanta to see the BFF - spend a few days with her and then pop a plan to Miami for our family vacation.
All of that gone.
Enough water has passed under that bridge to know that April 13 isn't going to hold. It'll be later.
School will more than likely be done for the year -we'll go to remote learning, whatever that will look like. Life won't begin to look like normal at least until May - and probably June. School won't feel like school until August.
Those who said this was possible a few weeks ago were right.
Those of us who needed hope put our head in the sand.
In any event - April is here. It's still chilly - there are no trips, there is no school. And we're in our home for a while.
Oof - that's a lot to swallow today.
Tomorrow will be better. It'll be the day after we were supposed to be on vacation. It won't be "there's still hope" - it will simply just be. Perhaps that will help. Perhaps it won't. Time will tell.
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