“There was never any goodbye. He was just gone. It’s like the world swallowed him up. We could only have 10 people at the funeral, and I didn’t make that list. I break down sometimes, but mostly I’m empty. Am I glad to be alive? I don’t know. I don’t know how to answer that. There’s no relief. This virus, I can’t escape it. It’s torn up our family. It’s all over my Facebook. It’s the election. It’s Trump. It’s what I keep thinking about. How many people would have gotten sick if I’d never hosted that weekend? One? Maybe two? The grief comes in waves, but that guilt just sits.” Eli Saslow’s as-told-to stories in WaPo are some of the pandemic’s must read content. Tony Green, on dismissing, denying, contracting and spreading the coronavirus: ‘What are we so afraid of?’.