Yesterday was a blessed day that brought both the tears of Joy and the tears of losing you out of my eyes simultaneously.
Our baby brother is a father now. His kid is still a small lump of meat, his facial features still not matured enough, but everyone look at him and says he is the spitting image of our father. May long they live.
I see in him greatness that I see in many members of our family. An endless potential of possibilities. Though if he turns out to be exactly as our father, he would probably be an army officer. I will do my best to advise him against that throughout his childhood and his teens.
Your shoes can never be filled and the void you have left is endlessly and persistently eating me inside out. But I try to hold on and I do my best to keep the body warm and the torch burning more brightly for the next generation of our family. It is an extremely difficult task or so it seems.
It turns out that everything is connected. The politics, the military, the world order, the liberal fascism, the economy, and the erosion of our sovereignty as a people and the erosion of our heritage as a pristine civilisation are all connected to our happiness, to our safety, and to our well-being.
There is no way around it. I can't fix one without the rest. And I can't see through fixing the entire world unless somehow, I became immortal.
But being immortal—albeit an amazing reward that all of humanity deserves—would mean that if there is an afterlife, I would be prohibited from entering it and meeting you again.
At least our parents are now grandparents. They lived enough to see one of their family branches bloom and what a beautiful fruit it has yielded for a first season. I wish you would've seen it.
Unfortunately, life despite the pain and the void and the grief, continues. Till we meet again when what I was born to do is done and when my song is sung and my music dies off.
With love,
Your uncle brother,
