As summer fades into our memory, we mourn its passing, especially this year. We moved through the days with mask-fogged sunglasses and awkward, socially distant gatherings, where we waved at our loved ones across the yard, park or terrace, seated at opposite ends of the bench as we tried to stay connected to each other.
Most of us have been stuck in place since before the spring thaw. We have watched summer from our windows, porches and balconies, growing used to drive-by celebrations. We have suffered tragedies, losses so deep and personal that the grief is without measure.