December 23, 20__
Dear Mother,
I write to you with terrible and tragic news. I did not want to be the one to bear this terrible burden, but it would appear there is no one more suitable for this undertaking. I write this with a sadness I never thought imaginable. Two days ago from the current date, my brother, your son, was brutally murdered.
He and I, along with many of our other friends, were doing what we are accustomed to at this time of year. The sun was especially bright, bouncing off of the freshly fallen snow. It was a site that my words could never bring justice to. The day held more beauty than any I had ever seen. The potential for greatness was apparent, and we all felt it as the wind danced around us and teased our appetite for adventure. Oh Mother, if only you could have been there before this tragedy took place. Truly you of all I know would have been able to appreciate the wonders that we saw as the sun arose over the mountain tops, the sky busting with color.
As the sun reached its highest point, we were watching as many families came and enjoyed the picturesque scenery around us. I cannot tell you how many children with smiles as bright as the sun that day enjoyed the powdery snow and serene weather. In retrospect I think this to be an irony for the ages. My brother truly did marvel at how there could be so many happy families around. He would often tell me that it was God’s art in motion, that He was the painter or the poet, carefully placing a smile here and a show of affection there. Each placement of a feeling he did so for a reason. There was never such a thing as a coincidence to my dear brother. It was all in His plan he would tell me. “You will understand how He works Joshua, one day. Until that moment, know simply that this is beauty. The world is a canvas, and we are the masterpiece.” My brother stood above all of us, both physically and figuratively. There was no one who could be more brilliant. To me, my brother was a sage among pupils, the Buddha among mere bodhisattvas. Yes, you of all know that he was truly a remarkable site.
My brother was in the middle of one of those tirades you of all know he is prone to, when a tall, mammoth of a man began making his way towards us. We thought nothing of it at first glance, but as his steps grew more determined and his options of trajectory shortened, a sudden worry came over the group. The mammoth man was followed by two others, a man and a woman. We all became silent, believing that if we were to stay within ourselves and ignore those that approached, they would pass right on by. But they did not. Mother, they had no intention of ever changing their coarse. And I as write these words, as I come closer to that moment which I would give my life to change, I cannot help but wonder if there was anything I could have done to prevent the tragic ending. I wonder if there is anything that I could have done to stop these people from killing my dear brother. My beloved brother. Oh how I loved him…
Though I still replay that moment in my head and search for any other alternative, I know that there is no other. There is nothing I could have done. How I wish there was. I wish that I could have spared you, as well as myself, this unbearable pain. But as the sun passed behind the clouds, the world became a dark place, humanities true face was revealed. The mammoth man charged at my beloved brother and drew out an axe.
If there is one thing I wish you could have seen during this gruesome event, Mother, it is your son in the face of his most certain death. He was not struck with terror, nor did he cower in fear of what lay in front of him. Where others much weaker than he would lament at the loss of life, my dear brother rejoiced in a life well spent. He was much happier in those last moments of his life than I had ever seen him before. Some part of me believes that he knew exactly where he was going to end up. It was like he said, this act of pure selfishness was merely a part of God’s overall masterpiece.
The mammoth man struck my brother down. Blow after blow, my brother stood strong and was peaceful. After what seemed like an eternity of helplessly watching him being plummeted by that man’s brute force, my brother came crashing down and landed with a loud thud that pierced through wind and reverberated through the sky.
But as a final gift to all of those he left behind, I believe my brother planned this part of his death. He left this small moment for us to look back upon and give a smile; to remind us that life begins and ends, but to never forget to smile in between. My brother did land on the snow below us, but he did not stay there. No, Mother, the strangest thing occurred. My brother’s body began to roll down the hill upon which we stood. The mammoth man and the two others screamed and started after him, but he was long gone. He continued to roll down that hill, almost taking a child down with him if not for the bravery of a young girl, until he finally landed in the river at the bottom. This was his grand exit, Mother.
I write to you to tell you of my brother’s death. That is true. But I write to you also to tell you that we should keep his spirit alive within us. We must take what he believed and cherished and continue to believe in it. As long as we do that, he will never truly be gone. I realize that now as I come to the end of this letter. The sadness that pained me at the beginning has died down, and believe that it will come to an end at some point. It will. I know it.
In case I am the next to take the fall, Mother, I want you to know that I do love you and that I have lived a wonderful life. Do not fear sorrow for me because it is only God’s masterpiece at work. I will leave my mark upon this world the same as my beloved brother. Life is not to be wasted with thoughts of death and horror; no, it is to be lived, fully and whole heartedly, realizing the beauty that is in this world and that we are a part of that beauty. I will go on to decorate the house of one of those humans who needs me and I will go without hesitation. It is my destiny and I accept that. But until that time, I promise to you and to my brother that I will live this life to the fullest. And it will be beautiful.
With Love,
Your Son, Joshua
I write to you with terrible and tragic news. I did not want to be the one to bear this terrible burden, but it would appear there is no one more suitable for this undertaking. I write this with a sadness I never thought imaginable. Two days ago from the current date, my brother, your son, was brutally murdered.
He and I, along with many of our other friends, were doing what we are accustomed to at this time of year. The sun was especially bright, bouncing off of the freshly fallen snow. It was a site that my words could never bring justice to. The day held more beauty than any I had ever seen. The potential for greatness was apparent, and we all felt it as the wind danced around us and teased our appetite for adventure. Oh Mother, if only you could have been there before this tragedy took place. Truly you of all I know would have been able to appreciate the wonders that we saw as the sun arose over the mountain tops, the sky busting with color.
As the sun reached its highest point, we were watching as many families came and enjoyed the picturesque scenery around us. I cannot tell you how many children with smiles as bright as the sun that day enjoyed the powdery snow and serene weather. In retrospect I think this to be an irony for the ages. My brother truly did marvel at how there could be so many happy families around. He would often tell me that it was God’s art in motion, that He was the painter or the poet, carefully placing a smile here and a show of affection there. Each placement of a feeling he did so for a reason. There was never such a thing as a coincidence to my dear brother. It was all in His plan he would tell me. “You will understand how He works Joshua, one day. Until that moment, know simply that this is beauty. The world is a canvas, and we are the masterpiece.” My brother stood above all of us, both physically and figuratively. There was no one who could be more brilliant. To me, my brother was a sage among pupils, the Buddha among mere bodhisattvas. Yes, you of all know that he was truly a remarkable site.
My brother was in the middle of one of those tirades you of all know he is prone to, when a tall, mammoth of a man began making his way towards us. We thought nothing of it at first glance, but as his steps grew more determined and his options of trajectory shortened, a sudden worry came over the group. The mammoth man was followed by two others, a man and a woman. We all became silent, believing that if we were to stay within ourselves and ignore those that approached, they would pass right on by. But they did not. Mother, they had no intention of ever changing their coarse. And I as write these words, as I come closer to that moment which I would give my life to change, I cannot help but wonder if there was anything I could have done to prevent the tragic ending. I wonder if there is anything that I could have done to stop these people from killing my dear brother. My beloved brother. Oh how I loved him…
Though I still replay that moment in my head and search for any other alternative, I know that there is no other. There is nothing I could have done. How I wish there was. I wish that I could have spared you, as well as myself, this unbearable pain. But as the sun passed behind the clouds, the world became a dark place, humanities true face was revealed. The mammoth man charged at my beloved brother and drew out an axe.
If there is one thing I wish you could have seen during this gruesome event, Mother, it is your son in the face of his most certain death. He was not struck with terror, nor did he cower in fear of what lay in front of him. Where others much weaker than he would lament at the loss of life, my dear brother rejoiced in a life well spent. He was much happier in those last moments of his life than I had ever seen him before. Some part of me believes that he knew exactly where he was going to end up. It was like he said, this act of pure selfishness was merely a part of God’s overall masterpiece.
The mammoth man struck my brother down. Blow after blow, my brother stood strong and was peaceful. After what seemed like an eternity of helplessly watching him being plummeted by that man’s brute force, my brother came crashing down and landed with a loud thud that pierced through wind and reverberated through the sky.
But as a final gift to all of those he left behind, I believe my brother planned this part of his death. He left this small moment for us to look back upon and give a smile; to remind us that life begins and ends, but to never forget to smile in between. My brother did land on the snow below us, but he did not stay there. No, Mother, the strangest thing occurred. My brother’s body began to roll down the hill upon which we stood. The mammoth man and the two others screamed and started after him, but he was long gone. He continued to roll down that hill, almost taking a child down with him if not for the bravery of a young girl, until he finally landed in the river at the bottom. This was his grand exit, Mother.
I write to you to tell you of my brother’s death. That is true. But I write to you also to tell you that we should keep his spirit alive within us. We must take what he believed and cherished and continue to believe in it. As long as we do that, he will never truly be gone. I realize that now as I come to the end of this letter. The sadness that pained me at the beginning has died down, and believe that it will come to an end at some point. It will. I know it.
In case I am the next to take the fall, Mother, I want you to know that I do love you and that I have lived a wonderful life. Do not fear sorrow for me because it is only God’s masterpiece at work. I will leave my mark upon this world the same as my beloved brother. Life is not to be wasted with thoughts of death and horror; no, it is to be lived, fully and whole heartedly, realizing the beauty that is in this world and that we are a part of that beauty. I will go on to decorate the house of one of those humans who needs me and I will go without hesitation. It is my destiny and I accept that. But until that time, I promise to you and to my brother that I will live this life to the fullest. And it will be beautiful.
With Love,
Your Son, Joshua
Nice, but not so nice story bro, you r gettin better n' better!
ReplyDelete=( Very sad and gosh so violent with the axe!
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