Hang in there!

Hi Greg,
When I think of you, I have two vivid memories. The first is of you in a dark bar, in the middle of the night, dancing up a storm, wearing an ugly shirt. Though I think that's probably a combination of hundred nights swimming together from back in the day.
The second is of a night at the Jersey Shore (no, I'm not quite sure what either of us was doing there) when you and I were part of a splinter group that headed down to the beach, also in the middle of the night (you may or may not have been wearing an ugly shirt--that I don't remember). Anyway, I didn't realize when I took off with you guys that you were planning to go swimming at the beach. Did I mention it was the middle of the night? Anyway, we get to the beach, you strip down to your skivvies, and off you flee into the black abyss of sky and water. "Oh no! What is he doing?! Is he out of his mind? Will he be okay?" I panicked, as I watched parts of you flop and flail in the waves. Friends of yours who knew you much better than I did just laughed. "Oh, Greg will be okay. He's gotten himself into and out of much worse than this!" And so that's what I think of now.
Pull through, Greg. I know you can ride it out and I know you'll be just fine.
You and Frankie are in my thoughts and prayers.
With much love,
Francine