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| Cameron Faulkner | Apr 27 2009, 12:56 PM Post #1 |
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Blog Entries (Cam's blog is something for everyone to see and read, and to comment on IC'ly if you want to!) Big upcoming guest at Jiǎo Zhāi Older blog entries, before May '19: Meeting Minuo Tower Journal Entries Journal Entry 3 May 2019 |
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| Cameron Faulkner | Apr 27 2009, 01:14 PM Post #2 |
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Journal Entry 3 May 2019 I got home this morning (mind you 5am) to find a snail mail delivered to my place. Post men must have weird working hours here, or they're pretty excited to be able to still deliver snail mail, and try to do it asap. Anyways, I barely receive snail mail anymore, most are either stuff I have to pay, but this envelope was different. It was a small'ish white envelope, and when I saw the handwriting I immediatly regonized it, however it was more wobbly then I remembered. Sitting down on the couch I stared at it for a few moments. This was completely unexpected, and it actually left me a little blank. I was tired of course, but I hadn't expected it at all. Slowly I peeled the envelope open to reveal an a-4 paper folded in there. For some reason my hands were shaking a bit. Come on, why were my hands shaking? I thought I had all left it behind me when I moved here. But well I had left behind my adress, so there had always been a chance he could write me. Maybe I'd been hoping subconsiously he woud write me? Or had expected he'd written me back by now? But that didn't matter at the moment. Folding it open, again the first thing I noticed was the messy handwriting, which actually wasn't straight on the lines, but wobbled up and down. I sat back and let my body relax a little, and leaned into the couch. Taking a deep sigh I started to read. Finishing the second paragraph my hands were really shaking. Damn. What had he done to himself? I felt guilty. The writing covered the entire front and back of the a-4 paper, and once I had finished reading my body was tense, I felt nervous, a little sweaty. And here I was, sitting on the other side of the world. No clue how or what had happened truly, only what this letter was telling me, what he was telling me. It was very obvious he had taken a turn for the worse, something I hadn't expected, of course not! But it was true no matter what I had expected. Dad had lost it, and it was bad. And I wasn't there for him, because we had given up on each other years ago. I don't know what to do, I haven't started writing back, even though I said to myself I'd let this sink for a day or so. I don't know what to write or say or do. Maybe work tonight will help, get my mind of of it. Now that I say work, I suddenly realize it's 4 pm already, I need to get ready and take a shower. |
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