Thursday, May 24, 2012 3:52 PM
Letters
Hey M&M,
When you were about to leave, did you realize what was happening? What did you think about? I want to ask if you thought back to your high school finals, but I don't even need to because I know the answer and to ask would really be an insult to your life and an embarrassment to mine.
You see, it's a bit arrogant on my part, but I think I know what you thought about.
You thought about your family. Your kids. Your wife. Your friends. Your home. You thought about all the warmth the world had to offer, the smiles, and, no matter how cliche this may seem, the love. I can say this is almost certainty because you were a smart guy. And a smart guy like you surely wouldn't waste his last thoughts on something bitter, dark.
As I thought about you and thought of your family, I felt a sense of nauseating certainty.
For the things that truly matter in life, the things worth spending the last of your soul on, are not what people chase. It's not the money, it's not the status, and it's definitely not the grade. Those things won't make a difference in our lives and are not the words left regrettably unsaid.
A week from now, a month from now, a year from now, how much will those things matter?
None of it, none at all.