We've now crossed the mark on one year of coronavirus, globally and more locally, right here in Manitoba.
This exact day last year, I was out at a restaurant with my family celebrating my sister's 20th birthday. Today, we ordered in from the same restaurant, and ate the exact same meal at home.
My, a lot has changed in the last year.
2,650,000 people have died. Thousands of us have risen to the occasion, working on the front line. All of us have lost one year - twelve long, long months- staying away from family and friends, doing our part.
It's funny, how much things can change in a year. When the university called time out on classes last winter term, we all assumed it would be a two week break. 14 days, then back for exams. June, we thought, maybe July, then we'll be back to normal.
Needless to say, we're not quite there yet. We've come a long way, too. Doctors and nurses have a better idea how to treat this invisible predator. Scientists have a better understanding of the nature of the beast, adding vaccine after vaccine to our collective arsenal. It's easy to feel like the road ahead is still long, and in many ways, it is. But each day closer is a day closer to the end. We're in a much better spot now than we were 365 days ago, even though it may not seem like it.
One year. One whole year.
With any luck (and likely a little coordination), by this time next year, we'll be on the tail end of what can be aptly described as a collective trauma.
We're in this together, we've always been in this together, and we've got this. The passing of time is yet another reminder that this too, shall end.
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