A few years ago, I attended the last birthday party before the end of the world. On a warm night in March of 2020, we poured drinks and passed trays of homemade desserts from one laughing guest to the next. When the host asked, we gathered in the living room and sat snugly beside friends who, over the years, had crossed that invisible line into family. Someone played the piano, someone sang a new song, and before too long, I stood and shared the story of my great-great-grandfather, whose Wikipedia page begins like this:
A Ripple of Courage
A Ripple of Courage
A Ripple of Courage
A few years ago, I attended the last birthday party before the end of the world. On a warm night in March of 2020, we poured drinks and passed trays of homemade desserts from one laughing guest to the next. When the host asked, we gathered in the living room and sat snugly beside friends who, over the years, had crossed that invisible line into family. Someone played the piano, someone sang a new song, and before too long, I stood and shared the story of my great-great-grandfather, whose Wikipedia page begins like this: