Uncle Tim gives me hope. It was a few days after Sonya’s death, but I ended up crying in the middle of his classroom. Without any sort of question or judgement, he gave me a hug. It was so genuine, and finally made me stop blaming myself for not noticing the signs before it happened. Thank you, Mr. Farrell. I hope all the students you have this year realize that they will never have a professor that compares to you. HMGGMH.