Grief in the age of “infinite" progress

– Sunsets can get eerily crimson in Santiago. Last Friday I went to a funeral. Someone, who had a key role in my upbringing, passed away at the age of 55, leaving behind two kids, a mother, and a husband. She had been fighting cancer for years, came out practically cancer free from chemo and surgery. But a few months ago after getting positive exams for some time, it came back and worse than ever.