In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
We’re thrilled to announce that these stories have been gathered in Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic (Guernica Press). To learn more and buy the book, please visit https://www.guernicaeditions.com/title/9781771836579.
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This piece is by Timothy Niedermann, writing in April 2020.
Isolation and the Shadow of Death.
Strangely enough, the self-isolation inflicted on the rest of the world by the coronavirus pandemic hasn’t affected me much. You see, I was already isolated.
A few years ago, I was forced by circumstance to leave Montreal and return to my family home. But my personal misfortune was a boon to my parents, who were then in their late eighties. Both soon developed serious health issues, so my presence became essential. They are now in their mid-nineties. Their health is excellent, and, thankfully, their minds are still sharp, and they have me. All of which means no nursing home—they are able to stay in the house they have lived in for 60 years.
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