Glory and Gore

Eighth Letter

Hi son,

Happy birthday buddy! I am very sorry I could not attend your party. First of all, I don't think your mother would approve of me coming, and second of all, I simply could not book time off of work fast enough. I could only take off the allotted time of what we planned in the previous letters.

I'm really sorry though. I truly am.

I empathize with you, a lot. I can't help but feel bad for my you. Stewart, you are all alone with no one to talk to. I feel so bad. Your retched mother won't let you leave your own house! Your heart problem, and your mother, are the barriers that are stopping you from going outside, and exploring the world's many wonders.

I mean, I can't help feel bad for you. You're so constricted. You want to do all these great things but you can't, because your heart problem won't allow it. Now normally I wouldn't say this, but disobey your mother's rules. Go outside! Run around and scream and shout, and let it all out! Go searching for treasure with Steve, or play soccer with some friends. Only let your imagination be the limit!

Please, please do it for me.

I promise that once I arrive in Wisconsin, I will love you, and explore with you, and not hold you back like everyone else in your life!

Perhaps the two of us meeting is just the right remedy that can heal your broken heart. 

                                                                Love,

                                                                your Father