My sister died three years ago today, late on Easter Sunday/early Easter Monday. That week of April 2020 was The Week Everyone Died, whether it was people who’d been on ventilators, or like my sister, died suddenly from a stray blood clot in the lungs.

None of it had to happen. I was so angry that first year. I’m angry still. People are dying, still.

It’s not over. For some of us, it will never be.