It’s been four months since Jonathan’s fight ended Four months since he was stolen from us. Stolen by the virus, stolen by poor judgement, stolen by lack of knowledge; stolen from everything he knew and loved. The flashbacks have
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I am not ok. I will never ever be ok again. I keep thinking this isn’t real, none of this is real. Maybe I’m the one on the ventilator sedated and this is the nightmare I am stuck in.