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10:00pm June 22, 2014
Letter To My Father (hopefully one of many love letters) When your chest aches too much for your heart to pound one more beat.  When your lungs burn with exertion, but burn worse for lack of air.  When you desperately want rest, but the only rest offered is death. Then remember me.  Remember that, at least, your youngest has been where you are, struggling, now.  You may be unable to say a word, but you don’t have to.  I know where you are, and I know, in the rough, how you feel, as much as anybody can. We have roots in the world that connect to each other.  Reach through those roots, and you will find me.  You may even find all the others who have gone before, everyone who knows, more than I do, what it feels like to take that last breath.  Reach through those roots, and you will find things you can’t even name, things of amazing, wordless beauty that will help you more than you could ever imagine. We are all suspended in time.  Everyone is at every time we have ever been.  And sometimes, everyone, in every time, comes together over a common experience.  And sometimes people come together over death. But we aren’t at the last breath, yet.  You’re in that place where you may never break free of death again.  But you can pull away, for longer or shorter times.  And if you do pull away, it will take effort, and it will hurt.  But you will have longer on this earth.  I know because I did it for years, against the odds.  Whether you have days, months, or years, we can’t say.  But if you choose to hold on, you can have longer.  How much longer is up to the Powers That Be. And when it comes time for your last breath, I will be there too.  And so will everyone who has come before you.  You won’t be alone.  Nobody dies alone.  You will be surrounded by love.  I hope you will be in the forest that you love so much, or somewhere else you care about.  I hope you will be with your wife.  I hope. But more than hope, I love.  I love you more than anything.  Is this terrifying, agonizing, maddening, hellish?  Hell yeah.  But beneath it all is love.  Whether you have days, weeks, or months, I will be there the whole time, and I will be there for the end.  You will become a part of love.  And love is the only thing that is eternal.  Love will carry us all through this.  Love has more power than you can imagine, and love is all that matters.

Letter To My Father (hopefully one of many love letters)

When your chest aches too much for your heart to pound one more beat.  When your lungs burn with exertion, but burn worse for lack of air.  When you desperately want rest, but the only rest offered is death.

Then remember me.  Remember that, at least, your youngest has been where you are, struggling, now.  You may be unable to say a word, but you don’t have to.  I know where you are, and I know, in the rough, how you feel, as much as anybody can.

We have roots in the world that connect to each other.  Reach through those roots, and you will find me.  You may even find all the others who have gone before, everyone who knows, more than I do, what it feels like to take that last breath.  Reach through those roots, and you will find things you can’t even name, things of amazing, wordless beauty that will help you more than you could ever imagine.

We are all suspended in time.  Everyone is at every time we have ever been.  And sometimes, everyone, in every time, comes together over a common experience.  And sometimes people come together over death.

But we aren’t at the last breath, yet.  You’re in that place where you may never break free of death again.  But you can pull away, for longer or shorter times.  And if you do pull away, it will take effort, and it will hurt.  But you will have longer on this earth.  I know because I did it for years, against the odds.  Whether you have days, months, or years, we can’t say.  But if you choose to hold on, you can have longer.  How much longer is up to the Powers That Be.

And when it comes time for your last breath, I will be there too.  And so will everyone who has come before you.  You won’t be alone.  Nobody dies alone.  You will be surrounded by love.  I hope you will be in the forest that you love so much, or somewhere else you care about.  I hope you will be with your wife.  I hope.

But more than hope, I love.  I love you more than anything.  Is this terrifying, agonizing, maddening, hellish?  Hell yeah.  But beneath it all is love.  Whether you have days, weeks, or months, I will be there the whole time, and I will be there for the end.  You will become a part of love.  And love is the only thing that is eternal.  Love will carry us all through this.  Love has more power than you can imagine, and love is all that matters.

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