I’ve been sitting with Death. — First, it was at my grandma’s bedside. Again, less than two weeks later, my mother-in-law drew her final breath. Then on a phone screen. A young man. Father. Husband. Shot. Murdered in real-time. Three deaths. Two face to face. One through a screen. All too close. Each haunts in a different way. — I used to think I was numb to death. A millennial born at the start of the ’90s internet b...
