We drove from Paducah to Frankfort to be at the Memorial. It’s beautiful. We live in a community of Covid deniers. We cannot speak about how or why dad died without hearing negative comments about his heart problems, and how that’s what really killed him, not Covid.

Well, being at the Memorial feels like a home for our grief. No hiding, no lying. When I stood there and saw myself in the mirrored sphere, I became a part of it, and everyone else who comes to visit is a part of it too.

So, this is what it means. It’s a neutral, lovely, safe space.