I miss touching people. Hugging them, and holding hands, and having massages. I spoke to my humanist funeral celebrant mentor yesterday, and we discussed how achingly sad it is that people with coronavirus have to die without their loved ones there holding their hands, and that their relatives are not allowed to comfort each other at funerals.
The power of human contact and touch can’t be underestimated. Loneliness is one of the biggest killers, alongside stress, malnutrition and lack of exercise. Babies who are held thrive more and grow faster than those who aren’t.
Lockdown is necessary right now. It’s also devastating to many. I hope we’re through to the other side very soon.
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Close relatives are allowed to attend funerals, although the restrictions have problems – including not travelling long distances.
https://www.express.co.uk/life-style/life/1271554/Coronavirus-can-I-still-attend-a-funeral-guidance/amp
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https://www.theguardian.com/global/2020/apr/14/its-grief-upon-grief-the-harsh-reality-of-funerals-in-lockdown
On the bright side, garlic rules.
Because my wife do not currently mingle with mortals, I can now cook with garlic in quantities normally only seen in nuclear fission experiments.
Ha ha! That is the stinky silver lining.
I must confess, I have a thought for all the swingers, polyamorous and adulterers these days.