For Thy Peace, My Soul

11.

To my future heir,

Cry not to my freed spirit your precious misery. Those who have gone on before are gone to the eerie quiet of space. The deep black of perfect sleep. We’ve no ear for hearing, nor mouths to speak advice—offered comfort to ease your travels or lighten your load.

Bear your sins with dignity as I have not.

Time cannot give witness to the end of it. Walk the long path. Embrace your ill fortune and those to whom you offer a last kiss. Take what pittance of joy that may come your way. Laugh with Fredrick just once, even if you’re crying inside.