Every Day a Last Dance

It was the worst year of the COVID pandemic. Everything about the way we lived our lives changed profoundly. Social isolation became the norm, and one essential human ritual was placed on hold. For anyone who lost a loved one during this time, the act of grieving became complicated. Our ability to mourn our dead relies heavily on interaction with others. Hugs and tears with family and friends, wakes, memorials, and funerals were forbidden to prevent the spread of COVID. This book of poetry is the author's attempt to find her own way to mourn and remember her partner of thirty-three years, who died of complications associated with lymphoma. Her struggle with grief was lonely, but she felt that if she couldn't say her words of grief in the usual way, she could write them down and share them with her fellow mourners.