Since the early months of the year, the background of 2020 was a relentless hum of COVID-19 anxiety. For some folks, the hum is more of a low murmur; a constant reminder every time they put on a mask to enter a grocery store or every time they open their computer to attend a virtual religious service. For some, maybe it’s more of a painful groan; a new mother going to prenatal appointments without her partner and mourning the fact that her own parents won’t be able to meet their grandchild for weeks after birth. Or maybe, for some, it’s more of a howling scream that drowns out all other sounds in the world; for the family mourning the loss of their grandmother, who died alone due to complications from COVID-19, with funeral plans on hold until it’s safe to gather.