They aint heavy, they’re our brothers: Lessons from loss.

Miss you, Bud.

The scythe comes for all. The Reaper unrelenting and unrepentant. we may delay him, but must ultimately accept: that our time is finite. With the worlds’ focus on corona, I thought perhaps i’d steer your attention toward another, more deadly virus. Who mostly comes for those who’ve gone through a special kind of hardship. Not of religion or race. But sexual orientation.