A cry out for connection during a time of desperation

I was sure we would look back on that year – 2020 with a measure of melancholy. We had been subjected to a reality beyond easy grasp. The fault lines in our society widened. Those uncomfortable truths were no longer cracks to be easily papered over, they had become gaping wounds.

Free markets were not free, we thought they could deliver healthcare for all. We were deluded, thinking we lived in a post-racial country, or more tellingly, world. We thought we were all in the same boat – but we were not. Some, a few, sipped cocktails on the decks of their superyachts while the many clung for dear life to the floating debris. There was corruption everywhere. Powerful world leaders were neither powerful, nor were they leaders.

At that time, I missed my family, I missed my friends. Here is a small and emotional cry on Father’s Day 2020. It is still relevant today. I think of Dame Vera Lynn who died during the same week when I first posted this. She immortalised the wartime classic, “We’ll Meet Again.” And that was my cry at that time, as a father, as a grandfather. It remains my hope today.