I Don't Know Who I Am

[ry0un0suke]

I did it, and he knows in spirit as the letter sits beside his eternal resting place. Immortalized within his own body, one cleaned as it is every rare season that they end up visiting.
 

Dear Jokul,
 
Upon heavy reflection, I came to the realization that, knowing or not, you made up for the horrors your ancestors wrought upon the land. I've returned home with revelation upon revelation regarding that task you gave me. Do you know its irony? It is because [                                                                                                                                                   ].
 
Marveled, enriched, I feel thoroughly changed for the better. In this once pathed journey, I was accompanied by my father and some others dear to me. Its nature deeply, personal, despite its stakes decades past. Does that make any sense? I fear I have grown into a deeply selfish individual, or that few people in the world regard themselves as much as I. Another cruel stroke of irony. I write you so little now, but you've not left my memory. Often when I sit outside my home on the bench where we met, I think of you. Usually, too, when I enter my home as you gifted it to me. What does dying feel like? You shed much in anticipation of it. Did it scare you? I wrote a broke titled 'Even Though Dying Scares Me'. It was supposed to be a fiction horror short story, but I used the title for my second memoir. I wrote another, maybe I mentioned this before.
 
It was pretty, riveting, and eye-opening. I might be foolish and you should be example of it, but my spirit yearns for it and a fool denies themself of life's wants. Thank you for believing in me.
 
Sincerely,
Sunsets over Moonlight