“I’m glad you didn’t die.” — Jon
These words greeted me from the backside of a business card as I sat down at my desk that day. They were written in the unmistakeable ink of his medium point “Bic Clic” pen. It was January 17th, a day I’d love to forget but never will. Four years earlier I laid sobbing in a hospital bed, afraid of losing everyone and ever…
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