Last week, or earlier this...my brother almost died in a plane crash.

Well, maybe not - but it was close enough that he wrote out letters to his spouse and kids.

I wanted to explore what a letter like that would look like from me, but I fear that I can't be that genuine, and that...

in the darkest of it, who gives a fuck which words you choose, so long as you are honest. Simple words would probably be best.

I love you. I'm sorry for the times I hurt you. I wish I could have spent more time with you. I hope you know how deep into my being you are embedded and how thankful I am to have had time with you. It is my hope that the world be awake for you and you can hear birds and critters and think of puppies and feel joy somewhere inside the sadness, for as Yogi (not the bear) says "Expansion of happiness is the purpose of creation".  Don't fight it.

Maybe if I were more literary I could say something about how we aren't separate, just as aspens and ants are not really independent. I could say that we were more like Lichen, a symbiotic relationship that Voltron's something altogether better...but as you can read...I'm not more literary.