A Postcard From the Bunkers of Grief

These Months Following the Death of My Mom Are Not What I Expected

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In some ways, the continued pandemic has provided a kind of bunker in which I can grieve. It’s been five months since my mom died and I still don’t leave home much. I spend a lot of time on the various couches in my house with my airpods stuck in my ears. When my kids try to talk to me I…