Doctor Nick
Contributions
- 1888 — In The Mourning$106.41
For the first time, I feel gutted by the passing of a person who I never met. While I had the casually bestowed honor of occasionally exchanging emails with John somehow getting past his filters, I did not need the personal touches to love and cherish him. He shared his spirit in every utterance he voiced. Maybe some essence of that spirit, perhaps the contagiously grouse or grouseful cheer lives on in the memories which innumerable people have of his voice and in the feelings in our hearts when we hear this voice stir from the most intimate recesses of our being or when we likewise hear, I love my truck and I love what I do. I sympathize and share supportive, loving energy with everyone who knew John or who otherwise cares. I am sorry it took the devastating news for me to last donate after five years of enjoying irreplaceable value in the sonic frequencies expresses of a wonderful man, his unique friendship with another wonderful man, as well as their love for families, friends, the best podcast in the universe, and its idiosyncratic unique producers. Without John, all puppies are sad. However, all sad puppies may find solace in the eternal glory of the ephemeral star John C. Dvorak whose figurative light will continue dancing with literal waves. Love is lit. With a heavy heart lightened by John's smile and critiques of NCIS, hi, everybody. Hi, Doc Nick, douchebag of the Saint Lawrence, Laurentindites Nexus Canada.