We’re now in – what- week 15 or something of the pandemic. Three out of five members of my household have had birthdays in these weeks, and our youngest child has her 8th birthday coming up this week. Time moves slow as molasses, and details come into sharper focus. Yet there’s something about these weeks that I find myself wishing away, and so I think I’m subconsciously smushing weeks together in my memory because I’m hoping and praying for the day we can all say “remember that crazy time in our lives?” I’m wishing for time to speed up so we can put this behind us.
But there have definitely been moments that I say to myself, “now this I want to remember forever”. We had the idea that we’d like to collect your “silver linings” stories. Big or small, silly or serious, inspirational or mundane. Send us an email at [email protected] with “Silver Linings” in the subject line. Your story could be published next in our weekly newsletter!
With that in mind, I want to tell you a story about Lucille, a neighbor of mine. She turned 100 years old during the pandemic. For her birthday, her family planned one of those car parade drive-by celebrations. I was taking a walk with a friend, and was so lucky to cross paths with the celebration while it was underway. Each household of this woman’s family were clustered on different parts of her front lawn, and they were all wearing custom-made pink tee shirts. There was a special shaded tent for the birthday girl, replete with gifts and flowers, and a sign that said “Do Not Approach the Birthday Girl”. There were lawn signs proclaiming “Instacart’s Newest Member” and showing how she typically spent each day of the week, and how she’s the biggest Baltimore Orioles fan. There were huge pink balloons all over the lawn. But the part that took my breath away was the car parade. It stretched for blocks and blocks, people had decorated their cars with signs and photos, all lining up to wish Lucille a happy birthday. I took a mental picture in my mind to remember this celebration forever. It was so sweet. Lucille’s family clearly overflows with love for this woman (and apparently a lot of Jewish Baltimore feels the same way, given how many cars were wrapped around the blocks). That’s been a silver lining for me. Happy birthday, Lucille. And thanks for giving me a Silver Lining.