marci madary My Grandma was 98 ½; she died on my grandpa’s birthday. He had left this world 5 ½ years earlier. Cognitively engaged until then end, it was Covid that killed her. Perhaps a young person who worked in her facility had decided to go maskless to a bar. A choice that infringed on my Grandma’s choice to live. No one really knows. My Grandma understood hard work and wasn’t afraid of it. She could also lay in the sun by the lake, reading for hours. She valued family an