So
here I am sending a letter out into the deep abyss of cyberspace
hoping somehow it will reach you... Seems kinda silly, huh? Oh well,
sometimes healing comes through tears, I guess, and sometimes through
the imagination that is strong enough to create diseases and frail
enough to take you out of reality into a world of your own making...
And this is my world. I just wish that I wasn't so stuck in "reality"
that I lose my pipe dreams. That was one thing that we always hated
about you. You were a dreamer and no one could ground you. Everything
was about plans and the future, going somewhere, being someone, doing
something, conquering the world. But we all knew it was a bitter
trick, a loathsome feeling, it was hope. And with hope always comes
pain when it is yanked out of the sky like a crashing airplane. Our
hopes didn't ever fly for very long. Don't get me wrong, they sure
flew high, but the higher they flew, the worse the crash. So we
learned to stay on the ground and just watch others hope. Sometimes
they would take off and we just look on in wonder of how they could
have ever made that airplane stay in the sky. And when others around
us come crashing down after hoping, we smile a little, remembering the
reason we don't go "flying" anymore, and offer condolences
and advice that hoping is too dangerous and one should always live in
reality, since that is the only real world. And so our lives are such
a drastic difference from yours. Not because we aren't your family,
not because each of us don't have a piece of your personality, but
because we quit flying. We are afraid to fly. And fear is something
you never had and that's what made you such a great flyer. I don't
think you even noticed when one of your hope "planes" fell
out of the sky because by then you had already jumped onto a
different one. You never came out of that sky. Even when you died,
you were living a dream with your own bike shop! Imagine! Amazing.
And all because you dared to dream. Without it, quality of life goes
down so dramatically it makes life not worth living. After-all this
world can be Hell. Who is capable of living in this reality without going
crazy?? I think I'm learning to fly again although Carlos keeps me
like a kite, going high and free but always attached to the ground,
or some stable weight, so I don't go flying out of control. It's
good, but sometimes I wish I could just soar. However you would be
proud of me now. You know how I know? Because I'm doing exactly what
you told me not to do. :) I am a make-up artist and hair stylist. And
of course that is the one profession you made me promise I would
never go into, but just you watch, I'm gonna make it to the top. I'm
good at it and I really enjoy doing it. And it pays good. I can see
you pinching tears. I know you always wanted the best for me and you
always loved me. And I am so thankful that God gave me a Daddy like
you. And I am so thankful that God loved me through you. And I am so
thankful that God still loves me the same way even though you are
gone, just sometimes it is a little harder to recognize or see that
fatherly love because it isn't in human form. And I am thankful that
I still have my Mommy. She is the best and strongest woman I have
ever known. She has been through so much and she still has the
prettiest smile and most sincere laugh. Sorry I made this so long. I
know you have a short attention span. Have a good rest until our
Father joins us together again with Him. I love you Daddy. And I miss
you. Good bye for now.
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