The Year of Death and Life

Some call this pandemic a “lost year” — for me, it was a time of finding hope

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I n early February 2020, I got a call from my dad.

While that itself may not be particularly momentous, it is unusual. My dad and I get along great, but neither of us is great at keeping in touch. We understand this about each other, so it works.