It’s all relative.

It’s been a while since my last post.

Luckily for me, my first year of graduate school was a healthy distractor from spending large amounts of time dwelling on my father’s somewhat recent death. 1.5 years during a pandemic doesn’t feel like a long time, but I now see my life as having two chapters: before my father became ill and after his death. I consider the ‘in between’ phase when I knew he was…