One year is how long our face-to-face IRL communication lapse lasted. Travel, dual-coast living, business, and covid made it a challenge to just hang out and chat face-to-face, where more intimacy in topics and tone can occur. The Easter Holiday, religiously observed by some groups within our blood relations, was the impetus for the long journey this family member made to join a gathering of the family on the Saturday prior to Easter Sunday. I did not deviate from my rule of constant mask-wearing in groups, both indoors and outdoors. My mask was a true N95 disposable, and I kept it tightly on during all four hours of our gathering at my son’s spacious and well-ventilated mountain home. Most of my time was spent on the various outdoor patios. For one continuous 15-minute conversation indoors in the kitchen, I was within six inches of the mouth of my son’s wife, who does not wear masks. Although this proximity violated my personal covid safety rules, I allowed myself to take the risk because she had traveled so far to be with the family and because she had very good information she was sharing about setting up legal end-of-life documents. She seemed fine, healthy, clear-eyed, and good-spirited. On Monday, at mid-morning, I received a direct call on my mobile phone from her. She was direct, sincere, and apologetic. She told me she tested positive for Covid earlier that morning, and that I needed to observe for symptoms, then take whatever action was needed in case I am infected. I shall do so.