Compounding grief, fake things on the internet, and a little speculation

My uncle died.

He died before I sent my last newsletter, but I needed a little bit of time to write out thoughts, and there wasn’t space (in my schedule or physically in the last newsletter) to do that.

(I won’t say much about my uncle because he’s best delivered in context. But I loved him and have only fond memories of him.)

I was at the Modern Chiropr…