gyro's saddle

There is a part of me that feels as though Gyro Zeppeli saved me. I say this in no way to diminish the real, tangible efforts of my friends who brought me food and drink that my institution failed to provide, and who kept me sane with their conversations. But at night, when there was nobody there and nothing else to be done and I felt most crushingly alone, I would have fever dreams of Gyro.

Maybe it’s because of his background as a doctor, but I felt much more at ease when I thought of him during this time. He became a sort of comforting force that I could always call upon. Four years later, and I still feel as though there will never be a character that has done for me what Gyro has done.

Lines on a paper that he may be, I can truthfully say that I love Gyro Zeppeli, and his role in helping me survive the worst week of my life in absolutely foundational to the creation of this shrine.

If you’ve read this far, thank you. I am glad that my passion project can reach so many people, and resonate with others who love Gyro like I do. I am so happy to be alive.