On Tuesday June 21st I was wheeled to the area where you were sitting in and you had my focus right away. You looked so alone and helpless I couldn't help but try to lighten your load, sitting all alone stuck in the machine called the ER. You'd been ill for weeks missing your new job, and I made you smile. You looked so pretty in a bad situation, I can't stop thinking of you. We were meeting occasionally while awaiting assistance, then you were gone.
I'm hoping you see this, as I wish to not wait until my book is published to learn how you are doing. Better I hope, as not would be really bad. If you read this Sara, or possibly one of your friends, please reply to this. Greg T.