It’s now the fourth day of being snowed in and I’m reminiscing about better days, like fall of 2017; it was still warm! I could go for walks and take my grandson to the park. Ah, those are now my fondest memories.

On one of those glorious days, with a cool breeze and warm sunshine waltzing on my face and leaves crunching beneath my feet, I peacefully waited for the hug I’d receive when my 6-year-old grandson came flying off the school bus.