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That’s the last joke I told you before I was bundled up and carted off like my own little packet of radioactive material
Advice COVID DouglasMoser GriefAndLoss Masks

The truth is that your love has always been my hazmat suit, surrounding me, engulfing, protecting me from unseen horrors in the world around us. Funny thing about “last times” — we rarely know when exactly the last time we do anything will be. Sure, sometimes we can gauge it by the inevitable: the last time I will walk in this school, the last time I will sit at this desk, or the last time I kiss my mother goodbye. Those last times we see coming, and if we’re smart enough, we make the most of the moment, memorializing it...