Well the first wave of the virus is over and the dregs are still lurking out there, ready to float beneath your unsuspecting mask and catch you unawares.
I was talking to a visually impaired friend in America and she had said they had another wave which targetted 18-35 year olds, the age group that is probably out and about more, think they will never die,know it all, have an answer for everything, as you do when you are young and strong and looking to survive, fit and healthy generally speaking.
Everyone is eager to get out there, socialise, go on holiday, mingle, party, riot, fight, chant, debate, whatevery social activity it is but this could lead i definitely think to a second wave emerging here in UK as well as other places.
We have had a sort of Golden age since the 2nd World War, with little disease, cures being found and not too many tragic deaths to such viruses in the scale of things, no wars in UK and everyone has moved on and on and now its very fast paced, the shadow of the life i knew as a kid of simple times, when it was peaceful, meagre and wholesome could i say. Respect for parents was held, i would never speak to my parents the way i have been spoken to at times, the World has changed. Confidence, forthright words and human rights prevail….
so the World goes on, what will happen? is it nearing the end the human race? transgendercide…. a new word i have created as we head to the all in one species where man doesnt know what to do and always works to extremes and destroys what is real and good…
Happy Days, i am 62 now and look back at my life, the best was as a child with my mum and dad and brother and all my happy family, Christmases, visits in the summer, few holidays, very few indeed, visiting aunties, cousins, we all got on… it was good… and the first part of my marriage when my children were young and we had happy days of silly chatty childish delights of days and it was fun…. but now its all gone pear shaped, i guess glaucoma has done it for me, as i sit here alone in this bungalow in Shrewsbury near my daughter Chrissy and Mike and wonder how lonely could i have got after all this… it is sad for sure…. i miss the sea, i miss Hockley where i was born, Hockley home town and i long for some normality, love, laughter, chatter and company and to worry about simple things, like is my cake going to taste nice out of the oven, will my flowers grow in the garden, those homely slippers under the table type things that make you feel cosy warm and secure. Secure, far from it is how i feel at the moment…. help! i just want some more vision, please let me keep this last bit of vision i ask God every day….. let me have some semblance of a normal happy life, let me go to sleep peacefully, without worrying what i will see or not see in the morning… when someone asks me how i am, let me say yes im fine and actually mean it…
Rosy’s Prose 