Through the Door Frame
Updated: Feb 21
Triya Chakravorty, Queen's College
When I think about this pandemic in years to come, the image that will forever be imprinted in my mind is the door frame to my parents’ bedroom. Through that door frame I watched my mum battle through coronavirus.
She was confined to her bed for three weeks, and the rest of us cared for her the best we could without stepping through the door. We passed her food on trays and sat on the other side, keeping her company.
Touch has always been an important part of healing - even a pat on the back can make you feel cared for. The inability to be physically close to my mum during this time was difficult for her, but also for me too.
Perhaps one of the cruellest aspects of this pandemic is the forced separation from friends and family. People have had to die apart from their loved ones. Social distancing is a struggle, but it is worth continuing in order to finally be through with the pandemic.
Luckily for us, my mum’s illness resolved. However, for many others, the struggle isn’t over. When my mum was ill, I reminded her that although we couldn’t be physically close, she was never alone. Her experience is shared by millions across the globe, and her family were right there - just through the door frame.