© Mikayla Butchart
My extended family lost a person last night. Inyata was the boyfriend of my stepsister, to use a shorthand we don't use in real life, and the father of their nineteen-month-old daughter, Chloe. I didn't get to know him very well, but I see him and his little family a few times a year when I go north to my dad's for the holidays. Inyata was sweet and vibrant, an enthusiastic, binding member of our extended family with all its growing pains, and he was a smitten and doting new parent. He collapsed suddenly after a basketball game and could not be revived. He was 27.