I miss hugs. I miss being able to hug my family, friends, and the people that matter to me.
My grandfather died at the start of the pandemic in April. We were able to attend the funeral. But we weren’t able to hug his mourning wife, or anyone else that was grieving from loss.
I miss the warm embrace of people saying that “everything is going to be okay.” I just can’t wait for this all to be over. And for things to return to normality.