It was a year ago - March 11, 2020 - and the New York Health and Longevity Group met at Club Quarters on 45th Street.

There was caution in the air. No masks but no handshakes. Little did we know that it would be the last in-person meeting. Broadway would show its last shows that evening. The lockdown was hours away.

As we greeted each other at the meeting, I grasped my hands in front of me - my hands shaking each other. A gesture of greeting and farewell. In lieu of a handshake.

Now, a year later, being vaccinated, I can hug my grandchildren. But I’m not sure about the handshake. Will it return? My hands grasped together in a gesture of hello and goodbye will be the future for a while.