It’s your brother; I miss you dearly, I hope you are well. It eats away at me when I cannot check on you, or call you to see how your day has gone. I can only pray that you are taking care of yourself, wherever you are. Each day that passes feels as though I’ve failed you in some way. It is my job to take care of you, to look after you…you are far too young to do it on your own at this point. I hope what I’ve prepared you for thus far is doing you well….and I hope you can forgive me for my absence.
If the day shall come that I fade from this world, I would be at peace knowing that you will undeniably grow into a spectacular man, and an even more spectacular nation—even greater than I. Ever since you were a child, this has been my goal. To guide you to glory long after I am far gone.
If I can be honest…I fear to find you again. I fear to find you again only because I could not handle the pain of losing you again. You gave me purpose in my wretched life—a purpose that was stronger than any religious conviction. Excuse my heresy, but you’ve changed me as a man and I cannot deny the proof of that. This cold heart became gentle and learned how to love and nurture. Patience, virtue, loyalty: no God, no man, or war could teach this to this stubborn mind—but you. I am forever in your debt for changing my life for the better.
Even if we do not cross paths in this life, should I ever need to accept this, do know that I would never abandon you. I will continue to look even after my attempts are futile. I love you dear brother, always always always.
Your foolish, cowardly brother,
