Five days have come and gone since you've passed me, and yet the aura of your company remains as strong as it ever was. It's not easy. Every now and then, I have to remind myself that you"re gone, and at other times, I find myself expecting you to be by my side- eager to go outside and "see the world". Yes, the world was such a small place for you- our garden, it was your world!.
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I've never realized until now, but within you lies an inner beauty that finds charisma in the simpler, humbler things in life. Splendor to you is skin deep- steeped in innocence and purity- much like those rabbits you keep in our garden.
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The other day, mother urged me to get rid of those rabbits. I couldn't do it. To do so would mean to kill you an added time, when already, I"m living with the guilt of your first death. Language cannot possibly convey how sorry I am for leaving you to pass alone. I ought to have been there, but who would have thought that your passing would come at such time? How could god choose to take someone so full of being, so enriching to people to like me? It isn't fair. Life isn't fair. .
The family continues to remain heart-broken at their loss. Mother of course, appears to be the most affected by your passing, especially that she still continues to burden the loss of her brother and her father. Miss Davenport equally misses you presence. At your funeral yesterday, she wept terribly. Mother just stood by herself, not tolerating anyone to be around her while father, me and little brother stood together by your coffin in dreaded silence. .
Remember how you and father used to tell me of the faraway world beyond ours? At your funeral, I caught sight of Peggy's current beau, from the Canadian Army, all dressed up smart in uniform. Word is now abuzz about an ongoing war in Europe against the Kaiser and right now, I"m considering an enlistment. It's the right thing to do, to fight for what is right, and I"m sure this would be something you"d personally encourage me to do.
