I lost my dad and grandmother last month. Grandma was 92, dad 62. Dad was grandmas primary caregiver, lived next door, and was so careful to try and keep them both safe. He retired to avoid the exposure (worked at a casino) and started ordering groceries delivered, disinfecting them, stopped trips to the hardware store, wore a mask when he had to go out. He temporarily rented another unit in their retirement park for himself because my mother in law has been working this whole time (works with the public, a lot of exposure). They lived in AZ- where the spread has been bad. Still no clue how they got it, and I guess it really doesn’t matter. Grandma passed away, alone in the hospital, two days before dad was admitted. I know he blamed himself until he passed. He texted me goodbye before he went on a ventilator- which kept him going less than a day. No funerals to attend. I can’t help my mother in law with all that needs to be done when someone passes. I haven’t been able to hug my brother who lives in OR or process it with anyone. I’ve spent a lot of time poking around outside trying to find a little peace. It hurts every time I snap a photo I would have sent to him or see something cool outside. I cried like a child while replacing my toilet last week because dad taught me to be handy and was always proud of me for doing things myself. Time will help I’m told. I think it’s gonna be a long while before I’m me again.