In the print magazine, the title of this is "Missed Calls." It's about long-distance love, death, and grief, and I wrote it thinking strongly of everyone who's missing someone right now.
Lauren Collins writes about her father, whose death was complicated by the coronavirus, but not caused by it. “Losing someone you love in the midst of a pandemic that has taken more than 200,000 lives is a great lesson in proportion.”
Beautiful Lauren Collins tribute to her father, starting with the lede: "Father Michael, a priest my family has never met, in a city we never identified, gave my father a version of the last rites over the telephone on the night of April 4th."
My thoughts are with all the people losing loved ones in this crisis, unable to be with family/friends, and those dying alone. We‘re together in this, “members of a vanguard that we’d never aspired to join,” as so perfectly put it recently
"Losing someone you love in the midst of a pandemic that has taken more than 200,000 lives is a great lesson in proportion. In a way, mourning under quarantine has a sense to it." is a beautiful writer; this piece, on her dad, is everything