The Loss of a Swim Season

We got the word last night that our summer swim season has officially been canceled. My husband says that I am oddly conflicted by it. He's right. I am. I am undoubtedly relieved that we can continue to limit the germs that come home, but I'm grieving, too. I've been holding on to hope that things are getting better.  But the loss of the season is a reminder that we're not quite there, yet. I'm still processing my feelings. Underneath it all I know that losing the summer swim season has less to do with missing out on a summer staple, and has more to do with my current situation.  It's not the swim season. It's missing my community, missing my extended family, missing my friends, and the loss of certainty.  I try to process my grief in my latest article: The Loss of a Swim Season and Stages of Grief