Dear Editor:
Yeah, let’s hope that this new year is better than the last. We came home from a vacation in Bermuda on March 14 to a changed world — Toronto airport looked like a ghost town.
We’ve been home ever since. I don’t go out (unless it’s to the LCBO for booze — I recently read that one in four adults in Canada have become binge drinkers because of Covid-19 – guess which one I’ve become?)
I feel sorry, deeply sorry, for those people who are “truly” alone during all of this. Not the ones that have a pet cat/dog as a companion; not the ones that have a husband/wife/partner to bicker with each other all day long; not the ones with multi-generations living under the same roof; not even those who are homeless (without a roof over them) but do have other homeless companions — in a shelter or not — to communicate with and confide in. No … no … no! The “truly” alone. One lonely person locked in the one lonely place they call home.
I feel sorrow for the Royal Canadian Legion veterans (both young and old) that cannot spend time with their comrades; The seniors deprived of contact with contemporaries due to the locked down closed senior centres. I’m just so sorry.
Brian Cameron,
Salem