Letter to a Grandchild

Dear Jimmy,

 

I’ll never forget the year 2020. 

 

In October of the previous year I had found out that my grandmother who raised me had a rare form of cancer. It progressed and as we went into 2020 she was given no more than two months to live.

 

This foreshadowed the rest of the year. Three days into the new year the country almost started a new war. A month later our president was acquitted of his impeachment charges.

 

Then the coronavirus hit the United States.

 

My dad and I went to the movies as he was visiting to help take care of my grandmother. As I walked out and turned on my phone a spew of text popped up.

 

Did you hear the school is closing?

 

I never thought the virus would affect me personally. But quickly I realized this was not the case. As I got home more messages began to hit my phone. Plans I’d had for over a year and trips I’d spent large sums of money on planning were being canceled. 

 

At first I proceeded as normal thinking everyone was overreacting. I still went to the gym and worked on music at the music studio. Eventually I did my own research and realized how bad this virus could be. The very next day my county ordered a shelter in place followed by the rest of the state. The world had stopped and life as I had known it changed drastically as America became the epicenter of the virus.