Remnants of D-Day on Omaha Beach, Normandy
A few things have been rattling inside my head. So much that I missed doing this journal. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t just a self-promoting, narcissistic exercise, finding my life so interesting that someone else might think so too. But I got enough letters that my posts often helped people get through creative blocks and such, so I decided to come back.
My family and I were lucky enough to actually go somewhere on holiday for a week, and we rented a small house on the coast of Normandy, France near Omaha Beach where D-Day happened in 1944. So many emotions as I walked on that beach, and compared that generation of young people who gave their lives for bettering the world to many of that age in America and around the world. First, there are many who are taking a stand for the injustices and I applaud them. But there are also many who are not paying attention to this awful pandemic and pulling together to take precautions to keep it under control. It puts our older generations at risk. I understand this time of quarantine is driving people nuts, but Europe went through 5 years of war with much worse hardships and sacrifice. We can all sacrifice and work together to combat the spread of this awful virus.
Some say,”that’s easy for you to say, you are still able to work from home”. Yes I can, and I’m fortunate for that. But the more we do now to battle this thing, the faster we can get through it.
That’s my rant. We’ve learned lessons before on how this planet to pull together to battle a dark force. This virus is our Hitler. And we all need a victory garden.