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 Dec 12th, 2023

I realize it's highly unlikely you'll get this email (who checks email in 2023?) but it's 2:52 AM and I'm sitting here at the hospital working a 12 hour graveyard shift while we undergo an EMR migration. I'm the only schmuck up here tonight and I am what you'd call, bored.


I hope life has treated you well the past decade or so. I realized the other day that it had been almost 13 years since we chatted. Time is relative and unforgiving. A lot has changed in those years. So much.

I bet your daughter is getting big now. She's 13 or so? Crazy. My daughter is turning 20 in two weeks and my son is turning 18 in two months. How in the hell did I go and get so old?

I'm still down in Georgia but it's just Cayden and I now. I married Amanda in 2013 and we almost made it 10 years. Our daughter (well, my step-daughter) was killed in 2019 by a drunk driver and Amanda kind of spiraled down after that. Emmerie was 19 years old. She was so beautiful. She'd called me "Dad" since she was 11. That was hard. That is still hard.

Anyway, like I said, the odds of you reading this are slim but writing is cathartic to me and the fall and winter always remind me of you. Even after all of these decades.

Take care of yourself, Red.

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