How a death prepared me for a pandemic
Since last March, every day has been filled with news of COVID-19 statistics: surges, declines, the myriad of symptoms, and the staggering number of deaths. As a 23-year-old pre-med post-bacc student, I was suddenly moving home — with my apartment’s meager supply of toilet paper and Clorox wipes — to spend the unforeseeable future with my parents.
Like many, the first few weeks were filled with uncertainty, worry, and a naïve …
How a death prepared me for a pandemic
