Thursday, October 4, 2012

October 4th, 2012

Dear Father,

Your birthday is approaching.  I think your death day is as well.  What did you feel when you found out that your brother in law killed himself.  Did it surprise you?  Did you shake your head and mourn?  Did you go on wondering why? 
Your first son was well on his way into this world, so was my cousin, but he or she didn't make it.  But Kieth did.  And I not long after.  but the people I should of known but didn't started with Tommy, continued with you, and ended with my Grandmother.  I often wonder if she would have made it if you hadn't already left.  A mother's connection with her son is almost always strong.  Sometimes however it is broken.
Father, happy birthday.

Your son,
Jason Vincent Alexander Murray

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Mark Twain

Dear Father;

I am reading Letters From Earth, the unedited writings of Mark Twain. The man was a genius. He wrote like someone who came years later, a modern style, an unedited look at what was ridiculous in his world. This book is partially responsible for these letters. These are my letters from Earth.

Your son,
Jason Vincent Alexander Murray

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The End Is Near

Dear Father;

The end is near. I am signing up for classes that represent the beginning of my final year of regular college. Twenty seven years after I signed up for my first class in college I am finally looking like I am going to finish. After this it's time for grad school but at least I finally will have one part of his all done.
This thing is going to feel good to be done.

Jason Vincent Alexander Murray

Monday, February 20, 2012

Another winter comes to a close

Dear Father;

The realization I had on my way home is that most of the terrible things that have happened in this world have been the result of anger. Anger at things left undone, unsaid. Anger at things done and said. These things are in the past. You are in the past. We are all in the past and walking towards the future. Unfortunately I have spent the last 43 years walking without you.

I could be angry at you, or God, or the gods. I could bare grudges and subtle hatred about what has happened to take you away from me.

And so instead of anger I turn to music and listen to your ethereal self come through other's music.

Jason VA Murray