Letter to the Past.

The name of the person has been changed for secrecy or rather because I’m not sure how to protect this page.

Dear Gary,

I still remember the times when all of us would go over to your house to play or the times when the whole group would walk down to the field and played soccer. It was you that got me so into the game. The times when we played against the adults in the rain, that was really a day that I remember vividly until this very day. I’d like to think that without you in my life, I wouldn’t be the kind of person that I am today. I still recall the day when the few of us took the lift up to your house, rang your doorbell but no one answered. The usual sign that you were at home was your shoes on the rack outside your front door but they weren’t there that day. Then we looked up to see dozens of notices from the police saying that money was owed. That was the last we heard of you. I’m sad to say that my last memory of your face isn’t very clear but thankfully I still retain a picture that we took together. I’d honestly like to know how you are these days even though the emotion i usually gave you back then was hatred. You can’t blame me; I was 9 and had a bad temper. Truthfully, if my brother and I didn’t meet you all those years back, I have no doubt in my mind that my life would’ve been anymore interesting – if not far less. Having to write this letter really brings back memories. The times when you would invite me to your place to play on your computer. I know it doesn’t seem like something spectacular these days but back then it really was fun.

Since you and your family’s disappearance, not a word was said until we would ask the older boys. The word was that you went to live with your uncle in Australia. I sincerely hope that is true because as of now, we’re all uncertain if you’re even dead or alive. I’d like to tell you that everything is going well but we all would’ve liked to keep together for much longer. Since your departure, the group has really grown further apart. There is still some contact but the bond is not as strong without you. Thinking back, somehow you seem like an imaginary friend, although we all know you really existed. You were always there through our childhood then all of a sudden, it’s as if you vanished into thin air. I know this letter seems all over the place, but every since you left, there’s been many things that I’ve wanted to say that has accumulated over the years. 6 years it’s been and no word.

Knowing I had to do this letter sparked my memory of you. I actually went onto facebook and searched your name out of hope that some sort of familiarity would appear. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get anything. I sincerely hope that one of these days, in the not too distant future, you’d appear before me and have a chat. I wonder if that’s too much to ask. Somehow I feel as if out of all of us, I was closest to you. Many times it would be the two of us hanging out. I’d like to believe that you tried to change me into a more sociable person. I sort of didn’t work back then but it’s much different story these days. I feel like there’s many things I’d like to say but I can’t seem to recall, let alone fit them all into this letter. Imagining you would somehow see this, I want to thank you for the memories we shared and the friendship we formed. Without you, I would be too afraid to call the guys, brothers.

A few things just can’t be expressed on paper, the memory of you will continue to live in us and never disappear like your physical self.

I know this letter is written by me but I know the rest of us have a similar message for you so..

From,

Caleb, Keef, Kenn, Josh.