That has been my philosophy with my grown children and grandchildren - and my mother's philosophy with them and the great grandchildren.
We did stay home, wear masks, etc.
But we drew the line at not being with our family, our children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren.
We decided that life was not worth living without contact with our family. That it was breathing and not living.
I have not regretted a single moment spent with my grandchildren and children during lockdown. I'd do it again, even if it means I die.
I'd rather live because existence in total isolation is not life, not any kind of life I want to live.
Besides anyone could die at any moment, why cut myself off from love just to keep breathing when my next breath could be my last.
A close friend isolated herself and seemed quite healthy. One minute she was fine, the next dead of a brain aneurysm. Poof that fast. She was
cheated out of love for nearly an entire year and died anyway.
Anyone who accepts voluntary isolation for safety and cuts off loved ones, well just remember my friend who died anyway and the last year of her life
never hugged her child or grandchildren or saw them in person.
Is life worth living in solitary confinement cut off from everyone you love and all physical human contact? Some of you may think so, but I don't.
Death is one of two things for me, a reunion with loved ones passed on in heaven, or nothingness similar to a good deep sleep. Either way nothing to
fear on my part. Isolation from those I love is living hell and I don't choose to live in the personal hell of deprivation of love and human
contact.
edit on 2/3/21 by The2Billies because: addition