A letter from March 18th, 2020

Dear FutureMe, It’s March 18. The Coronavirus pandemic is beginning to overtake the US. I am terrified for Jacob, Amanda, and Elizabeth because they are my babies and because of their jobs. I am terrified for Mom and me because of our age and diabetes and because we are not ready to leave the planet. I am scared for Lilia, Liam, Terry, Amy, and Ray because I love them. I am scared that Trump will use this to stop the elections or use it to get re-elected. I am scared I will lose all my money in the stock market. I am scared I won’t get to direct again. I am scared for the school children who need their real teachers and the home that is school. I am scared I’ll never get to travel the world again. I’m scared I won’t give or be hugged ever again. I’m scared. And I am not. All around my sweet little house is spring, and she is so very stubborn. She is coming in spite of my fears, and she does not care about them. She has brought robins and the very first blades of green grass. Soft rains fell all day long today. The patio door has been left open off and on so Seamus and Shaughnie could go out and come in at will. Bird song floated in thro the opening. The birds are singing right through my fears. Because that is life—continuing. And in that continuance I see and hear and feel peace and God’s deep desire for us to continue. So I continue to hope, to laugh, and to believe in a cheesy happy ending. If The Creator and His Spring continue, then this creature must do likewise. So be brave present self. Be at peace future self. Whatever happens, continue and be blessed.