Seven Letters Eight Lives (From The Woodsman’s Notebook) (I wonder how your words would change, if dad were alive.) Letter One To My Father I have loved and missed for too many years. Dear Dad, I am getting much stronger these days. Through these dark eyes of depression I am starting to see the truth in it all. Why did you have to leave so early in my life? Didn’t you know I needed your guidance and love? A mentor? You left me to early on. I was at an age where I still believed in heroes. It was not by my choice to discover heroes die and dreams die too. I understand that you were called home, but I needed you here as well. I miss you Dad, I love you, and I will see you again one day.			Letter Two To my mother who gave me life. Dear Mother, The relationship we had was to beautiful for words to describe but I now know the truth. I also completely understand your need to see me before you died. But before I go on I need to ask this. Why didn’t you just let me go instead of putting me through all of this? Yes I heard the conversations through your crying tears. It scared me at the time of dying, but I would have been much better off than the life that came to be. Mother my life was a living hell and you allowed it to happen. All those years of family arguments, you knew who the culprits were and their jealousies but you allowed it to go on. You saw all the dishonesty and you let me be the blame. Yes you were there for me but where did you go when I needed the most? Where was that mother hen when he chicks strayed away? All these years you let me think it was me. I was the fault, I was to blame. Was it because Dad died you lost your will? Did you lose your fight? I took the blame for too many years and it all but destroyed me. You could have stopped it but you didn’t. You should have stopped it but you wouldn’t. I guess the importance and attention from the other 5 outweighed the love and respect of one.                                    (Flip to Next Page)
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