I Bet If I Asked You

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This started as a letter to my brother-in-law who lost his brother in a plane crash seven years ago.

Submitted: May 13, 2008

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I bet if I posed the question,
you wouldn’t be able to answer.
 
How could you,
how you could define the one thing
that shocked you most?
 
The fact that the call came at such an ungodly hour?
That he didn’t know the plane wasn’t safe?
That you didn’t die of grief?
 
That’s it.
I bet it is that you didn’t die of grief.
 
I bet if I inquired,
you wouldn’t be able to answer.
 
How could you,
how could you nail down the one thing
that angered you most?
 
The faulty engineering?
The manner in which he died?
The fact that he was so young?
 
That’s it.
I bet it is the fact that he was so young.
 
I bet if I asked you,
you wouldn’t be able to answer.
 
How could you,
how could you pinpoint the one thing
you missed most?
 
His smile?
His strength?
His laugh.
 
That’s it.
I bet you miss his laugh the most.
 

If you sat with me, talked with me, described to me how you get through each

cold December, I wonder what you would talk about.
 
 
Your wife?
Your children?
His children?
The fact that he is gone but you are still here?
 
That’s it.
I bet it is the fact that you are still here.
 
And you owe it to your wife,
your children,
his children,
to be here and live.
 
Shock
Anger
Loss
Love
 
I bet if I asked you, you would say you have felt them all.
You would say you have lived.
 
With him.
Without him.
Always.


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