Letter to a Young Angel

I miss my family every day.

I think about each passing grain in the hourglass.

I think about how desperately I’d rather be free than be here.

However, I cannot begrudge the calamities which have been delivered,

Or the impending disasters that may lay dormant.

Perhaps in these most unpleasant circumstances–

In something which I detest may lay my salvation—

And perhaps in something that I’d much prefer, awaits my doom.

There’s a blessing in this.

There’s a blessing that a wise man would not ignore.

I have been gifted the opportunity to attain the generous reward for patience.

Tell the others I say hello. We'll be together again soon.

I love you bro.

-Jack

RIP Michael Taylor