It’s been seven months since my father passed from Covid. A few weeks less than that since we set his body free in a West Virginia river. It’s hard to put in words how time has felt, but I know we’ve all felt it this year. This is a story about an experience with death, and I know there is a lot of it in our midst these days, so if you’re feeling sensitive to it, maybe skip it. But with death comes rebirth, and with rain comes rainbows, so I feel it’s worth sharing.