Someone I did not recognize behind the hat, sunglasses, and mask was calling my name. Finally, I recognized his voice. The masked figure was the husband of a friend who had died of cancer almost a year ago.
Like the rest of us, he ventured out when he thought it was safe, and spent the rest of the time in his apartment. When I asked how he was managing, his answer surprised me. “This social isolation has made it easier for me, because now I am not the only one alone.
Before this, unless someone invited me over for dinner, I was alone all day, and the silence was so unbearable I used to keep the television on just to hear some human voices.
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