"I miss John Prine and the thrill of visits to New York City on airplanes. I miss our church feeling alive and busy and the safety of Sunday school classrooms."
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Let's hear it for Erin Napier of HGTV Home Town fame for always coming to our rescue with the exact words we need to hear, at the exact moment we need to hear it.

Southerners are (very!) social creatures. As the months of the coronavirus pandemic wear on, it's become increasingly hard to keep our spirits up as the isolation and upending of our daily routines continues. We miss big gatherings. We miss spontaneous sidewalk conversations. We miss seeing the expressive smiles of store employees, doctors, and our neighbors, instead of a mask that covers up two-thirds of our faces.

Erin Napier feels us—and she's here with us in solidarity. In an emotional Instagram post, Napier opened up about the personal impact the pandemic has made on her day-to-day life. "Lately I find myself daydreaming about 2019 and all that we took for granted. I wish I could go back and spend one normal day hugging my friends and crew without thinking twice. I wish Helen could play in a park and make new friends and lick the leftover Halloween Dum Dum stickiness from her fingers without the constant low grade worry about the last time she washed her hands. I wish my grandmother was still here. I wish I never worried when the people I love had a sniffle or sneeze, especially our parents and aunts and uncles," she begins her moving message, accompanied by two photos; one of her with her daughter Helen, the other of her husband Ben with their tot.

"I miss John Prine and the thrill of visits to New York City on airplanes. I miss our church feeling alive and busy and the safety of Sunday school classrooms. It all felt temporary for so many months, but it’s beginning to feel like part of me now, this thing I’m carrying that’s too heavy. I just miss the normal and am feeling the grief in it lately. But I know y’all do too. And I guess there’s some comfort in that," she concludes, more than motivating us all to take a moment to slow down and tap into our sadness for all that we've lost, and take comfort in the collective power of our mourning.

Thank you, as always, for your eloquent prose, Mrs. Napier. We, too, miss the hugs, the airplane descents into big cities, the kiddos licking Halloween candy off of their fingers, and so much more. Sometimes, there's power in picking up our heads and marching headstrong through the day. Sometimes—as this missive reminds us—there's power in simply sitting with these sorrows.