Gregory, my dearest friend

I have been talking to you all day long in my head, now it's time to put a few thoughts down here for someone to share with you. That someone better have a nice calm reading voice because there's a whack of messages here for you, all posted over the last day or two. I am going to thank all those who've posted because I know it is comforting to all of us who are in need and it is making a difference. I am so glad to know how many people out there in the stratosphere understand how just special you are and how much we need you with us. 

Greg, you'll have to forgive me if I can't be witty and wry. I know you love me anyway even though witty banter is not my strongest attribute, especially when I'm just the teensiest bit terrified. I'm here to represent the "I've known and loved Greg for many years and he's an intimate part of my very being" crowd. We've been a bit silent on this blog, mainly because many of us are holding vigil at your side, and anyway we are busy working hard to embrace hope and quell our fear.

I don't have to tell you what you mean to me, dear sir. You know already, and I spent an afternoon recently reminding you of every possible detail of our friendship that I could remember. It took a long time and had us on adventures in several continents, to beaches and mountains and concerts and many too many seedy bars to list… You can thank Clive for that trip, by the way, since he had just told me about some study he'd read about the effects of memory-sharing on the brain activity of unconscious people.

Of course it would be Clive who could walk into this situation with a waft of obscure knowledge that he enthusiastically pulls out of his mental pocket at the right time. And speaking of him, I want to let you know, he and your brothers are doing a good job managing all the somewhat alarming medical information and parceling it out carefully where it's needed. He's processing what this strange turn of events means to him, and he's been very brave about pouring his heart out to a few of us while trying to make sense of it all. It's quite impressive really. But Greg, you know, he is someone else who really truly needs you. Kirsten called it a "bromance" between you two which made me chuckle. 

You are entirely irreplaceable to all of us in the Team Greg – Old School Division (and to many many others) my dear boy and we need you to wake up so we can tell you more about it. I'm sending out all the light and love to you my rusty old heart can produce. Hang in friend. 

Elena

(and the next post is from me too, I just got a bit weepy at the end and forgot to add my name)