Brent Passmore

A few years ago, my friend Tonya kept me sane through games of Words with Friends. Seriously. I would wake in the middle of the night and she would have played a word. I would play my turn. A few seconds later, she had played her turn. Can’t sleep either, huh? I never really do.…

The message read: Hey there. I don’t want you blindsided by an obit, but our friend is in hospice. Cancer. It happened very fast. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Late last month she woke up up unable to move normally and with slurred speech. Was taken to the emergency room where they determined it had not…