There are a thousand and one reasons why I hate this virus right now, but the number one reason came from a conversation with my Grandfather! He is 91 years old. He has lived so many years, most of them healthy, strong and vibrant. I'd often brag about how he was still cutting his own firewood and generally the most healthy person I have ever known. Over the the last few years he has struggled with the beginning stages of dementia and is confused more and more each day. Tonight I received a call from him so very worried about whether his affairs were taken care of and whether he was prepared... My heart broke in a million pieces and I told him how much I love him and told him he had nothing to worry about! I am not the most open with my feelings and often times have a hard time expressing what I really mean to the people I care about the most, but telling him how much I loved him absolutely scared me. I promised I would be out to see him soon, but what if I can't!