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