Dear JM,

The day I heard you died, I took comfort in denying the truth in my mind. Even how many posts I came across saying you passed away, and even though I started crying, I kept on convincing myself you were still alive. I didn't make sense; I know. How could I grieve you, and still insist you were alive? 

I know death is natural, but it’s also cruel. For its tragic consequences will always remain in the hearts of those who are left behind. This time, as I write this letter you can no longer read, I took comfort not in lying to myself, but in remembering and honoring your memories.

I meet you because of my love in the study of...