Zoom, I am seeing my friends but can’t hug them
Zoom, I am playing bingo with my grandchildren but can’t touch them
Zoom I am at my retirement party but it doesn’t feel real.
Keep safe, keep small, keep insular.
A reliance on compliance informed by the science.
Grateful for my life and my wife
And our mothers died.
Jenny Lobb (age 66) Westgate
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
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Jenny Lobb shares keen raw insight
So on the mail. Sorry I didn’t know you both lost your mothers though I may well have registered in the moment, if I saw a post on a rare foray into fb.
Similarly I, then Lucy 8 months later, lost or mums.
What a thing eh?
Sending you both much love.
Your poem inspired this out of me so here goes, do feel free to add to the run. I’ve been invited so often and somehow this is my first response. Sorry it’s not in the proper format. ADHD is the diagnosis and I’m wearing it with pride and mild apology. Poem to follow:
Death came to many of us last year
Death comes to many every day and everywhere
Death is a constant
Death is a must
once one is gifted Life.
Devo
Lovely words. 🧡💜🧡
Aww yeah raw on everything 😥