Okay, so I have been extra careful for the last two and a half years, mainly because I have asthma and a child with leukemia, but still, I got Covid from my sister, who let her guard down for a brief lapse of time at a memorial service. Anyway, wah! I have been locked in my bedroom for over a week now. I have read five or six books. I have played around on Ancestry.com. I have done virtual grocery shopping for a party I am hosting on Saturday. Re-done recipes for said party. But, the most significant impact thus far has been hearing that Olivia Newton-John crossed over the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. She was only 73 years old. Ms. Newton-John braved two relapses of her breast cancer. She started a cancer research and support center in Melbourne the first time around. Selfless. Courageous. Such a talent, too. Grease has always been one of my favorite movies. It is just good fun escapism. Anyway, sad news indeed. It made me think of my son, brother, and other loved ones who died from various cancers. Cancer is such a horrible, insidious disease in all forms. My heart goes out to Olivia’s family, friends, and fans, who will grieve her death for the rest of their lives. That’s the way grief grips us though. Forever. You get used to it after a while, but it never leaves.
I hope you don’t get Covid, but if you do, I hope it is mild and you have enough books to read.
Olivia Newton-John, I pray that you Rest in love and peace.