Fragments left of life . joseph . idv

An undelivered letter

Dear Claude,

No rain has fallen today, but it still reminds me of the melancholy I had on the day of your departure.

Here I sit in solidarity at the study, writing a letter that will never be delivered, and a person afar time and space. This may all sound foolish, but on this day, I failed to contain myself.

You and I walk the same path for seasons unchanged. Year after year, until that particular winter, the path we took began to tilt. Yet, your anticipation for spring remains untethered, despite the angel of death do it right ahead.

It took you, like I took everyone else, to a world I can't reach and failed to see clearly. I blame myself for surviving. Why does it have to be me who remained on a brisk spring morning?

I miss you, my dear brother. Day after day, the person reflected in the mirror as I stood afront becomes increasingly unfamiliar. This begs the question, for a memory that stood firm against the test of time, can it be free games after it is lost. Will I ever hold that remembrance of you? Will I ever hold whom I respected and loved in mind until eternity?

I am heartbroken by your negligence, for you never replied to me. You are always optimistic about the coming spring, claiming the sun could shatter even the darkest the clouds.

Ever since that day, I could no longer enjoy the warmth of spring, not without you.

I must remember something. Someone has to. The catastrophe, the illnesses, the lives we lost, those people's should have welcomed this coming spring with us.

I wish to remember them all.

Your loving brother,

Joseph