Instagram suggested a profile to me last month and it turned out to be this former masseur, Ethan, whom I had seen two times. It was a new account created to document what would be the last few months in his life, as he was dealing with trying to recover from multiple operations for brain cancer since I had last seen him. Sadly, Ethan passed away last week. RIP ?
It's very odd and saddening to have had such an intimate connection to someone for so little time, and to know that they have passed on...