In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
We’re thrilled to announce that these stories have been gathered in Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic (Guernica Press). To learn more and buy the book, please visit https://www.guernicaeditions.com/title/9781771836579.
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This piece is by Doru Lupeanu, writing in April 2020.
My father died.
I wish I were capable of using metaphors and making this statement sound more like a gut-wrenching feeling, closer to what I feel inside than a three-word phrase that seems to beg for attention and compassion. Yet, I can’t push myself passed the three words.
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