2020 was too much death. Since the beginning of the pandemic, I’ve lost three uncles, one of whom was like a father to me. My life felt like it ended with his passing. I received the call that he died at 4:00 a.m, yet the last time I had spoken with him was just 15 minutes before.
While my daughter loves learning from home and is doing well, the pandemic is hitting me hard. I have to walk around smiling and happy, with my head held high. But I miss my uncle: he made me feel safe. That is how I really feel.
By Dionna Howard, Ward 8 PLE Board member