Easter of 2020 I watched my granddaughters hunt eggs in my front yard while “safely” behind a window. I cried like a baby when my 2 year old granddaughter upse

Easter of 2020 I watched my granddaughters hunt eggs in my front yard while “safely” behind a window. I cried like a baby when my 2 year old granddaughter upset and inconsolable didn’t understand why she couldn’t come in to see me. My wife and I in May of 2020 decided that a hug from our grandchildren and children was worth way more the minimal risk we had of dying from Covid should we have caught it. We ended our exile in May day and decided to let fate be fate and not let fear consume us and prevent us from enjoying our family. I don’t begrudge others for their own decisions, but for me, the pandemic ended for me mentally on Mothers Day 2020. Time with my family is worth dying for…so if I catch it and it kills me, so be it.