My grandmother died last night. She died because her lungs were utterly wrecked by COVID-19. She died to keep the economy open. She died so someone didn't have to suffer the indignity of wearing a mask. She died because a human life is less expensive than stimulus checks.

She died because it's a real bummer to have to stay inside all the time. She died because someone believed a conspiracy theory. She died because some politician didn't want to upset their base. She died because we were left to fend for ourselves for a whole year.

She died because the disease "mostly doesn't affect young people." She died because someone felt like their "rights" were being infringed upon.

She was a kind old lady who didn't do anything wrong, beloved by her family. But she died. And she died alone.

And I blame us all.