Cyndy's Blog

During Covid-19 we all face a moment of truth. I faced mine on Nov. 4, 2020, right after the Presidential elections. I drove away in tears. I had to walk out of the house without saying goodbye to my 2 year old and 4 year old grandsons. I had held the newest grandson for only 40 minutes, on the night before, when he had come home from the hospital. I had traveled from California to Utah to help my son’s family during this beautiful but stressful time of bringing a new baby home. My role was to cook, clean, take care of the two toddlers, so mom, baby and father had time to bond. Now all of that had been taken quickly away.