You leave us with a biohazard symbol? Or have you really left us at all? It has been just over a year since your death and I'm still thinking about you often. There was never a better neutral ear for venting into and I miss your perspective. So much of you is permanent here, and yet you are a reminder of our mortality and the unpredictable nature of our physical being. What are you doing now? When will I stop waiting for a response?