Death is Love

At the start of the pandemic, we’d go walking around the neighborhood in the evenings. When we got a dog that summer, we’d take him for walks through the streets, past houses with people we didn’t know. We’d take different paths on our walks, and one of the paths we took would carry us down a hill past a white home that sat on the right. I always thought the house was cute, and I always wondered who lived there. A few months later, I’d find out whose house it was.

Right before the pandemic, in fact the month before our “lockdown,” my daughter and I acted in a play at our local community theater. During the rehearsals we met John Preece, a local actor who starred as Teyve in the national touring production of Fiddler on the Roof, performing as Teyve over 1,700 times and performing in the play over 3,000 times. We had just moved to the region, and this was our first play at the theater, but Preece had been there his whole life, working with the theater since he stopped touring. He would offer advice and encouragement to the actors, specifically my daughter since it was her first real acting experience.

That was February 2020. In March, everything shut down because of the pandemic. We didn’t go back to the theater for a while, and even my daughter’s summer show got postponed. Come January 2021, tributes to Preece started showing up on my social media. He passed away two days shy of his 73rd…