The Light with Raymond Tyler
Over the past few weeks. I have wrote several articles dealing with Covid 19 and people’s struggles. I have discussed the mental effects with Tamu Lane and how and why Black people are affected more often by the disease itself.
In a few weeks I will try and answer some ongoing questions as we prepare to go into our 3rd season (fall) and second school year with Covid 19.
However, I wanted to take a few moments to share someCif my personal thoughts and fears myself regarding COVID-19.
No matter how many times I hear “We’re All In This Together.” I feel I’m the only one frustrated and angry. Though I do not want to lose anyone else to Covid 19, I didn’t take the news of the shut down well. The mask thing I can take or leave but the social distance/isolation is like prison to me. I feel like I worked so hard to have a good life and now I can’t enjoy it.
I am not optimistic at this point. I hear the words “this too will pass.” I, however, believe really the fear being fanned by Covid 19, will not pass. I often think that church is over, school is over, News Years Eves, Christmas’ and Thanksgiving may be done for the next ten years or so. When people with no evidence say I’m wrong, I answer, ”I hope I am wrong…I pray you’re right.” At the time of this writing I do not think I’m wrong.
I’m still in mourning. When I interviewed Tuman Lane we discussed the fact that people with successful lives, summer plans and people that hate other people making choices for them “are in a state of mourning.” I am mourning the trips I had planned, the good people I would love to see, but I now have to Zoom with instead, the fact I have not been hugged since early March and I feel that I will not be hugged again for 10 years.
I wish I could take off one or two days from Covid 19 watch. This has been like a 24 hour job. All the rules you have to remember for showering, washing hands, wearing gloves and masks, wiping down the food you bring in the house, etc….
No Sleep. I am one of the people that almost hates to sleep. When I wake up….Kobe Bryant is still dead and I still am confined to an invisible “pen.”
The days of the week? It’s hard to care about the days when there is nothing happening worth looking forward to this weekend…or next or the next.
This was not a column meant to bring you down. However, if you’re like me and you’re coming to terms with your prolonged misery (as well as Covid everywhere) You may not “love” my company…but you have it anyway (from at least 6 feet away.)
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