It’s a cliché, but in this case it fits perfectly. My son, Jeremy, is 454 miles or 731 km away, but I haven’t been able to see him nor his wife, Lucy, since spring, 2019!

Lucy, Jeremy & shih-poo Lily

Jeremy

Jeremy and Lucy

Backyard pool lit up

They came here for a few days around Mother’s Day that year, and it was wonderful, but I haven’t seen them since.

I figured I’d be able to fly there later that year, but he was working non-stop (he’s a film/video editor, works long hours on contract) so it wasn’t feasible.

Then I was counting on summer 2020 – June is lovely in Southampton, Long Island! But along came you-know-what – an uninvited visitor known as SARS-CoV-2, the perpetrator of Covid-19! Argh!

Well good news and bad news – the good news is that we’re all okay and staying well with masks, distancing, etc. But visits are out. The Canada-U.S. land border is closed (except for essential workers). I could fly there, but then I’d have to quarantine for two weeks! Same if they’d come here to Montreal. Not too great, really…

Meanwhile we do a lot of FaceTime and Messenger videochatting… while saving on plane fare!

Patience was never my strong suit. Sigh…