A group of us in my county woke up from our slumber and suddenly found the time to see & research what our local government was doing to our neighbors.
Some went on to become J6ers. I helped organize 3 bus-loads of neighbors to go to DC, collected their photos, videos and stories; a couple of them admitted to me that they went inside the Capitol. Friendships were made, bonds were forged.
It was a good time to be & feel alive, like who we are mattered. Our actions paved the road to where we are now & we’re not finished yet, not by a long shot, but we’re a lot further than we were when we started.
Wow 5 years. It’s crazy how time flys. I actually have some great memories during that time. More family dinners. My granddaughter came to stay with me. I was a tough one. Printed out tons of work sheets to keep her busy. And when she was done with her grade level we moved on to the next. Discussed current affairs each day. I helped her to see things differently (if you know what I mean). Not just one view point as those Milwaukee schools were teaching her. Bought her a ATV to ride around the property. Decided to start my bucket list early. Bought a camper van and traveled the country. Did 26 states in 2020. Stopped at every open state/federal park or monument we passed. Made some lasting friendships. Spent more time taking care of and bonding with my mother. Loved the time we spent on ancestry searching the family tree.
On the flip side I do blame covid lockdown for accelerating my mother’s dementia. It had a terrible social impact on my mother and others close to me. The lack of human interaction and the loneliness for them was excruciating. That is still with many. Kinda like PTSD.