I found out recently an old friend of mine, Whitney Dafoe, has a severe disease. He’d posted on his website that he was sick, but when he’d said “chronic fatigue syndrome,” I thought that meant normal or mundane tasks overly exhausted him and that was the end of his affliction. I thought he’d get over it, eventually. The last message I’d received from him said, “Can’t type,” and from that point he sent little red hearts and links to songs by John Prine. That was Thanksgiving of 2014.