Dear Jersey Today I thought fondly of you as I rose from my coma like sleep. I thought about your rough edges, the places I frequented, and the friends that made me laugh. I looked around my room and realized not even sun and sandy beaches can compare to what I’ve left in you. Throwing the blankets off my arms and legs I realized I miss my god son’s infectious laugh. It is a melody that I keep close to my heart. I see him as my own although he belongs to my best friend. I don’t feel best friend is even a good enough title for someone who has…