I didn’t know.
Some things can be forgiven– some bridges fixed, the wound on an innocent puppy can be treated for infection. But be sure to stop it before the infection grows, before it reaches the brain. The human brain can only handle so much trauma before it kills the body. And that’s exactly what I wanted to find out.
I didn’t realize how long it would take.
My daughter, if you can hear me from where you sit among the clouds, I am so sorry. Words will never truly express the pain and guilt I feel for putting you through this. That’s why I stand here today, with a pistol in my hand. I know where my fate lies, and I know where my fault lies. But all I can hope is that while you sit among angels, doves, and harps singing their beautiful melody, you can look down and forgive the man who was once your father, as I descend deeper into the pits of my own merciless hell.
In these last moments, I recall all of the memories of us together, from the day you were born, to the day your beaten and worn body lost all breath, and your spirit ascended above. The police are outside my door now, it’s time I join my eternity, where Jesus will see my face and say, “I do not know you.” Goodbye world. Goodbye my sweet daughter.
