At 41 years old, I count myself relatively lucky. I’velost a grand total of two people in my life, both grandparents, one of whom had a terminal illness. Mercifully, both of these deaths occurred before the pandemic, and I’ve had ample time to mourn.
Nevertheless, I will be grieving during the holidays: I will be mourning estranged loved ones rather than those who are deceased. And I will not be alone.