I was visiting my mom in the hospital last week, and we were talking about how different things are, now that the COVID-19 crisis was ending. When my brother passed away, I wasn’t able to say goodbye, or go to his funeral because everyone was quarantined. It took a long time to get over not saying goodbye until I realized he had left me a voice mail two days before he died. He called to tell me how much he loved me and to let me know he would always be here for me. Now, I was sitting in my mom’s hospital room, and once I got in her room, we didn’t need to wear masks. I looked outside just in time to see the modular COVID-19 testing facility being taken down. I remembered going there to get tested before have surgery. I had to go there when my daughter had her daughter. Several times our doctor sent my husband and I to the modular COVID-19 testing facility, because they feared we had come in contact with someone who had COVID-19. I’m not unhappy to see the modular COVID-19 testing facilities come down, but it had become a part of our lives. I wouldn’t want to relive those couple of years again, but it brought families closer. It gave us a chance to see what we had been missing all those years when work and careers were our only concern. I enjoyed being home with my kids and working from home when they were otherwise busy. It was an adjustment, but I found out it was an adjustment that I became fond of.