Grieving

As my life has drastically changed I find myself grieving.  Grieving my old life.  Grieving that my children no longer go off to school each day.  Grieving that my trip was cancelled.  Grieving that I can't just go to the store anymore.  Grieving the people who I don't know who are listed by a number of deaths, on the news each night.  Grieving those who are testing positive.  Grieving that my children's life is never going to be the same after this.  Grieving that my husband is going to work at the hospital again.
Grief is a strange thing.  The anger, the sadness, the bargaining, the in-betweens and then hopefully acceptance.  Each day as the pandemic drones on I find my self being flooded with multiple emotions.  One minute, I'm ok.  One minute, I'm scare. One minute, I'm happy. One minute, I'm annoyed.  I've got so many emotions swirling inside me.  Turns out so do my kids. 
While I don't know exactly what to do with all these feelings, I'm trying to see that they are all valid.  Very valid.  This is a scary time to be alive.  There is so much to worry about.  Social distancing, wiping down my groceries, staying inside, homeschooling, working from home and...............etc.
I'm making an effort to spend a little time alone each day to ground myself.  To ponder, to feel, to write in my journal, to breath, to pray and take a break from the scary.