I always ran. From an early age, I ran until I had a runner’s high. I loved the rush of not being able to think, a way to get myself out...

I came in with grief. I thought I knew grief. It came dressed in black. My grief of 2020 came with some new fiery red shades. I had lost my cousin, 2 uncles, and my new marriage to Peter Pan. I only knew grief to be for grandparents. Grief had always been timely, reasonable, and tied up neatly with closure. The deaths in 2020 were rapid and sudden. 3 in 119 days. None of these deaths were expected. We did not get a warning. In that time, Peter Pan left the marriage. My grief