*I hugged my friend as we stood sobbing outside the funeral of our other friend who hung herself.
Sorry if that was selfish but none of us caught or passed on Covid. Contrary to popular belief not everyone is crawling with it at every given moment. And like it or not there are other types of tragedies happening right now too, lots of them due to lockdown. I will not feel guilty for hugging someone as we both fell apart.*
I am sorry for your loss. I did clearly state that with grief and mental illness I felt differently and that I had two losses this year. I was explicitly clear that I felt that the OP and others like her are selfish.
My foster sister (and favourite sister) killed herself in particularly horrific circumstances plastered all over her hometown news in March and her funeral was days prior to the lockdown. I did of course hug her children, her husband, my biological and foster siblings and my parents who raised her after her own parental loss as it was prior to lockdown. I added I’d have every sympathy for those grieving because I think I would at least hug her children again as they’d lost their much adored mother. However, despite at the time advice being that only those who had travelled to Wuhan, Lombardy and other specific areas were at risk of having Covid, one of our relatives who was nursing had it and passed it to several family members. One of whom is a single parent whose heart was damaged by long Covid and who still has to work on Covid wards.
When my Uncle died in May only 6 of us were at the funeral and we knew we couldn’t hug and had to social distance as two in attendance were Shielding (myself included) and the others were all front line medical staff. It was hard and unnatural but we didn’t want to lose any more family members.
And that’s part of why I have zero sympathy for people who want to ignore the guidelines “just because” they are having a social get together with their mates in a restaurant and they are a “hugger”.
And actually I’m in Manchester so Covid is very prevalent where I live. Try telling my family members who are dealing with it day in day out in hospitals and nursing homes that it isn’t.