In the past two years of the COVID-19 pandemic, loss has been part of the lives of millions. In “How we remember them”, we reflect on how we process that loss and the things – both tangible and intangible – that remind us of those we have lost. I learned of grief in 2003 when my grandmother, Youa Lee, died. I was 22 years old and a senior in college at the time.My Hmong American family had been refugees. The adults had lived through the loss of friends and neighbours; they had suffered the loss of a country and everything it contained. But I was born in the refugee camps, a stateless child, living only with the remnants. Because of the love around me, it was enough.
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