4 Mar 2021
QUARANTEENY: Amelia Oates
DURING the past year, I’ve found myself constantly dwelling on what has been, whether memories of summers gone by, or time spent with my friends at school.
Life suddenly hit “pause” when we were least expecting it and propelled us into a time where walking to the shops was – and still is – a form of escapism.
But why should this tragedy mean that we cannot keep progressing? I experienced my own sort of tragedy this year, as I am sure many of you have, with the passing of my grandfather – Poppa. Poppa was the type of person who could sit for hours, just listening (which he had to do a lot when I visited him) and never said a bad word about anybody.