Covid is No Longer a Statistic. It is a Loved One.

I can’t pretend to speak for everyone’s definition of grief. But death is something I’ve thought about a lot in my short life.

I do not believe in an afterlife. But I do find comfort in the fact that those who I’ve lost are at peace – in the sense that they are not in pain anymore.

Regardless of a life spent, it always feels like they are taken too soon – that there is so much left unsaid. A life unspoken.

But then I think of all that was said. And the moments I will cherish for the rest of my life. As this Reddit post so eloquently puts it (thank you friend), the wave of grief never really disappears. And it’s better that it doesn’t. I am better for knowing them and loving them and being loved by them.

And for all the memories and moments we shared, it’s a quiet two-hour morning in early July that I remember the most. The stress of a loved one with addiction – however temporary – had just passed. And the stress of Covid – the virus that would eventually take them – has yet to pass.

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