Even in a Pandemic, No One Should Have to Die Alone

Near midnight on Sunday, my phone buzzed with a text. It was my mom. “Grandpa is in heaven,” she said. Fred Meyer, my beloved grandfather, was 99 years old and living in Florida, where he could be close to my uncle Jimmy, his devoted son, who cared for him with the help of other loving family members. But Jimmy wasn’t allowed to be with grandpa as he died in the hospital. Precautions against the spread of coronavirus wouldn’t allow it. My grandfather—husband to my beautiful grandmother Lillian, who had gone before him in death; father of five, grandfather of 13, great-grandfather of 12 thus far, friend to many more—died…

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