444 days ago I died. April 1st, 2020 It wasn't the finality of life kind of death – instead it's the kind of death that you remember. A permanent etch in your memories that has an indelible before and after. It may sound like a lurching transition from one life into a completely different one. But in the moment, it isn't obviously or memorably different. It's instead one, that only in retrospect, changed everything.
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444 days ago I died. April 1st, 2020 It wasn't the finality of life kind of death – instead it's the kind of death that you remember. A permanent etch in your memories that has an indelible before and after. It may sound like a lurching transition from one life into a completely different one. But in the moment, it isn't obviously or memorably different. It's instead one, that only in retrospect, changed everything.