Age

My dearest Jack,

I've been thinking about you lately.

I was reading a book on the Irish Rebellion and I noticed the author wrote down the wrong date for your birth.

I crossed out 1897 and put down 1891.

People seem to discard you.

They seem to just overlook you and it drives me crazy.

Of course you were humble enough that this probably would not have bothered you.

In honesty Jack, There is something that has been rocking me to the core these days. 

And it's so sad.

But it makes me grateful.

It is the fact that I am now older than you ever got to be.

In 1916 you turned 25 on February 21st and died on May 8th.

You were my age for only 2 full months.  

And I have now been 25 for almost 3 full months.

I want to live for you.

To fight for you.

I want to honor you.

Because I love you.

I always will.

For in my visions you guided me.

And you loved me in a gentle way.

I just wish I had the courage you had.

And I wish I had the bravery you had.

My mother told me something a few weeks ago.

When I was born and dying in the NICU

My grandparents on both sides of the family never visited me.

No one really seemed to care.

No one wanted to get attached to me because everyone assumed

I'd die.

Did you ever feel like no one had faith in you?

How did you march forward?

I hope you are well wherever you are.

 I look to you each day.

And I love you. I love you so much.

Kathryn