I don’t think I have any family that’ll survive the test of time<\/p>\n
so I will write as if I’m writing to a stranger.<\/p>\n
I suppose I am anyways,<\/p>\n
but I digress.<\/p>\n
I was not happy.<\/p>\n
Not in life, not in career.<\/p>\n
I was not a happy man.<\/p>\n
The world is a large place brimming with zest and opportunity.<\/p>\n
But everyone everywhere is finding a different battle to fight,<\/p>\n
a new person to argue with,<\/p>\n
a place to desecrate.<\/p>\n
What did I ever have to be happy about?<\/p>\n
There was a time where I had love,<\/p>\n
hope,<\/p>\n
dreams.<\/p>\n
But how many beatings can one person take.<\/p>\n
No physical bruises, but I’ve been told you can see<\/p>\n
it in my eyes.<\/p>\n
The dimness.<\/p>\n
I’m a fractured person.<\/p>\n
I gave parts of me to everyone I ever loved.<\/p>\n
Some pieces were ripped off of me by people I<\/p>\n
never even got the chance to fully know.<\/p>\n
And I don’t blame them,<\/p>\n
I think they were trying to find a piece of me that<\/p>\n
would patch over a hole that existed<\/p>\n
in them.<\/p>\n
Broken people picking through the scraps,<\/p>\n
a patchwork quilt of those we’ve loved<\/p>\n
and lost,<\/p>\n
those who view us as a means to an end,<\/p>\n
or do not think about us much.<\/p>\n
I don’t think anyone will think of me for much longer,<\/p>\n
let alone think of me during the time this message sits underground.<\/p>\n
But maybe you’re a new family, come here to make<\/p>\n
your life.<\/p>\n
Maybe you’re digging up the yard to put in a pool, or<\/p>\n
some new plants.<\/p>\n
I love dahlias, so maybe you can plant some of those.<\/p>\n
I always meant to plant them myself.<\/p>\n
Whoever you are, don’t let me be a forgotten whisper in<\/p>\n
this world.<\/p>\n
Let me be a ghost in your life.<\/p>\n
You can make up some silly story to tell your kids,<\/p>\n
if you have those.<\/p>\n
In the afterlife, I won’t do anything cruel or scary.<\/p>\n
I know it’s a lot to ask,<\/p>\n
but maybe haunting your life<\/p>\n
is the closest I will ever get<\/p>\n
to heaven.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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