One Hundred Letters for James

025

025:

Glass Eyes

Before your dad joined the army, I only knew him for a short time. I only retained a few memories from these meetings, and one was that he had a glass eye.

He used to always pop it out if the socket, and it was the most disgusting thing.

When he joined the army, we were all heartbroken. He thought it was necessary to give us all something to remember him by, which was sweet.

I don't know what he gave you and your mum, but he gave me his eye. He said he was getting a new one, and it would be something to remember him by.

It was actually pretty beautiful, a sky blue color. It felt like a marble, and kind of looked like one, too.

I didn't know what to do with it though, so I gave it to you. I thought that since you were a lot closer to him, you would cherish it.

I wish I hadn't given it to you, though. I loved your dad, and I miss him.

Whenever I see people that have glass eyes, I actually have to dismiss myself to keep from crying. Isn't that sad, James?