How is it possible that the unfeeling atoms in my body can align, know to align, to vibrate on a wavelength of grief and loss, at this exact time?
In response to The Economist’s invitation to respond to their cover editorial on Medium. My dad died just over two years ago, at the age of 69-going-on-50. His heart stopped beating as he was doing his morning exercise routine at home. My dad, who thrived on routine and health. So much so, that the most… Continue reading My dad