Talking to a longtime friend of mine recently, he seemed in good spirits and looked more...*youthful*. We had not spoken in several months because of differences in opinions on all manner of topics. I will be the first to admit that I had planned to cut them off, to move on from a multi-decade friendship that had lately become argumentative, burdensome. After mostly small talk and in the middle of our conversation he drops an admission — “...you were right. No one is dying.” There it was — the tell of a man moved on from an unnatural fear. A sparkle in his eye and the ability to live once again amongst the normal fears that plague every individual, he toasted to the future and all the uncertainties therein. I wish for each of you a reconnection with your dismissed loved ones, because today I witnessed a redemption and it gives me hope