Dear Mike,

I met your grandparents. Both sets, actually. I cried in your room once. I laughed in there, too. Monitors always on. Your heart rate went up. Your heart rate went down. I never met your parents. Never. Never. Then I did, and you were gone. I met your body, but not your soul.

Year Created: 2020

A pediatric resident, stargazer, and giggling buffoon hailing from the land of moss and sword ferns: Portland, Oregon.