IT WAS ALMOST THREE WEEKS AGO that I last saw Jessie Simpson, my every Sunday afternoon buddy. We parted with him asking, ‘What are we going to do next week when you come?’ and I answered, ‘We’ll find something fun.’
A few days later, just like that, the world that contains him and the other vulnerable people in that long-term care facility closed its doors. Then everything happened faster than anyone could predict and here we are, all hunkered at home and wondering what’s next.
It was in midst of this ongoing storm that has been turning our lives upside down that I learned of a new word, which in fact defines an entire concept: Caremongering. It’s the brightest silver lining yet, in our community and many others, made to happen by volunteers.