Dear John,

The days pass and the loss of you is still a tragedy. I think of you often and my stomach does it's swirly, agonizing thing; it's a visceral response to the thought of never seeing your wry smile again. If there's any way that you're listening in to all this, you must know by now how treasured you were, how loved by so many, and the vast number of people who's lives are richer for having some, however small, interaction with you.

The days pass; we learn to live without you; our fractured hearts slowly mend, though the scar is permanent. But what will *always* remain is the effect you had on the world. And us. You have my deep, heartfelt thanks for being.

David