*Hidden in the back corners of libraries among lost diaries, documents and personal research, a we’ll persevered note in a leather case sits*
“As this experience concludes, I must confess something to you, my dear family.
I must preface that I am still your father, brother and husband but it’s time to move to the next experience as you folk don’t live that long and for authenticity sake I must leave, must “die”
For I am not an original. long ago when my father and mother were still alive, I wasn’t me I wasn’t theirs. I watched from rivers, bushes in the cover of night. I learned from you, something in me hungered for a part in all this, a part in your family and then an opportunity arose. Him the original, fell ill and was lost, when you secured his flesh into the earth, I knew it was time to change, to copy, my chance, my gift.
In a cave not long ways from home I slept I shifted my flesh until I grew into him, into a copy, I was him now, I was me. Soon a miracle happened your son, brother returned from the earth. He was beloved so now I was too, you never questioned me, I mean how could you, you missed me and I missed you. Now apart of all this, years went by, the day I died and came back became a fuzzy memory, a funny story… till now I lay on my “death bed”
I’m breaking my own rules in writing this letter, as for authenticity calls me to slip out without words, but how could I not, you will miss me and I’ll miss you. Now it’s time to go, I’ll be around but you won’t know, I’ll check on you, I’ve watched you for generations and I’ll watch you for more
Good night my beloved family, thank you for this gift.”
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