Saturday, January 22, 2011

I Was There

The Victor breathed slowly as he tried to gather his thoughts. Even though he was an optimistic man, he was about to write a very cynical letter. He wanted to believe that he was going to live to a ripe old age with the red head that lay in his bed, but a hero's job was risky at the best of times and he felt there was trouble in the wings. He had to leave something for Virgil, Alicia's son, in case he wasn't around to give advice.

Finally with his thoughts collected, he began to write:

If you are reading this then the worst has happened.
It doesn't matter how I died, only that I am no longer there to give advice and to pull your ass from the fire.
But know this, I was there in the beginning when you started down this road.
I was there when you started to take responsibility for your actions.
I was there when you started to use your head more and your fists less.
I was there when you started to stand up for others less fortunate.
I was there when you started to give your time to others instead of taking up theirs.
I was there when you knowingly or not started to become a man and less of a boy.
I may not be here now, but I was there when you needed me.
You need only to think of the time we spent together working on my bike or talking,
to know that even though I'm not here anymore in body I will always be there in your memories and in your heart.

Folding up the letter The Victor put it into his war chest and headed back to bed. Dark days may be ahead, but The Victor knew that no matter what his son, Virgil, would continue the fight. And with that thought in mind he could sleep peacefully not knowing what tomorrow might bring.

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