Life has to be something better than what we can see around us. It must be a kind of utopia that’s just beyond that hill, or just a little bit after the horizon. Whatever the case, it has to be there. I don’t see any other way on how this would work. I think it’s up to us to make life better than it is. Does that make sense? I sure hope it does to someone who’s reading this. If it does then I’ve done something right. If it doesn’t? Well that’s another story for another time.
Dear Dad,
Why did you have to die? I don’t understand why any of this had to take place. To be honest it’s kind of messed up if you ask me! I can’t live without my dad being around. I hate it!
So come back already! I’m not the only one that misses you! I hate navigating this life without you! It’s not fair, at least I don’t think it is. Too late now to do anything about it. Oh well, all I can do is overwhelm myself with these thoughts right now. It’s messing with me and I don’t like it.
I guess there’s nothing you can do about it, I mean you’re not here. But I really need to talk to you about life and what comes after death. I have questions I need answered.
Love,
Kyle
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