It took me weeks to cry in quarantine. Those early days were rife with confusion and worry. We cancelled plans as the curve crept up. There was no time for mourning the world that had slipped through our fingers. But then I got a call from Mitchell—a New York neighbor I’d only met once. His lifetime love had suffered a heart attack. Eugene was gone.
For Eugene, on his 73rd birthday 🥂
For Eugene, on his 73rd birthday 🥂
For Eugene, on his 73rd birthday 🥂
It took me weeks to cry in quarantine. Those early days were rife with confusion and worry. We cancelled plans as the curve crept up. There was no time for mourning the world that had slipped through our fingers. But then I got a call from Mitchell—a New York neighbor I’d only met once. His lifetime love had suffered a heart attack. Eugene was gone.