Im starting to stop crying, but everytime I think of happy moments, I end up swelling my eyes with tears. This is like a dream, a dream that i want to wake up from, a dream that is a nightmare, an evil and merciless nightmare that haunts my mind, for that a friend should not have to suffer the loss of a friend that i consider a brother. Though we may have been born to different mothers and fathers, though we had differences in thinking, our thoughts were displayed in solemn and astute conversation. Such conversations--would fill me with great ecstasy. The words you used, the way you described things, you are a poet, such quandary in thought. My friend, my most dearest of friends, you
are a brilliant man, a man of such wondrous beliefs, such strong convictions, your innate goodness to help others, is something that others can only try to emulate but never act in such immediacy. Robert, you are an adventurer, you've shared stories of your experiences abroad, your willingness to learn from other cultures, your deep sympathy to those who are in need and were in need. Selfless you were in life, gave it all, gave love, gave happiness, shared such high potential for growth. Your intelligence and your love of history, and the arts precedes you, dear friend. You quote men such as Dylan, Brahms, Voltaire, yet not knowing of your own innate brilliance that surpasses these men of old. My dearest Robert Matson, of whom I thank God to have been given the honor to make your acquaintance. Thank you for showing me the different side of life, thank you for breaking my rigid stern outlook--and gave me the view to show compassion in everyday life. Thank you for being there for me to cheer me up when I was down, encouraging and always there to pat me on the back. I only wish I was there more often to pat you on your back, to rescue you from the edge of the cliff that you were so desperately climbing, had I know, my dearest friend, i would have climbed the highest cliff to rescue you. With open arms, I give you my condolences.
Life, Robert, is a passing aura, one that comes and goes. Though you may no longer breathe, tho you may no longer walk, never open your eyes, to breath the sweet scent of a winter's morning, to see the beauty of spring--know that you will always, always, always live in my heart. I can still feel you around me, bro. I feel as if we are still sitting on that big couch in the blue lounge in Brooks Hall--in our typical long winded conversations--drinking our cup of chai latte. Rob, i can feel you talking to me, as i write this, your smile, and your laugh that always manages to brighten any gloomy day. Why is it that I can feel you still? If you are here with me in spirit...visiting me, I want you to know, my dearest friend, that I enjoy your company. My soul reaches out to your soul, and may you see the heart of Christ. Who knows no hate, no burden of pain, whose heart is of BOUNDLESS joy and mercy, whose forgiveness is as INFINITE as his greatness.
Am I dreaming? Am I lying in deep sleep in this morbid nightmare? If I am, please let me wake up fromit, let me see your face again. I long to walk with you again, to see you and just...just....say 'Thank God it was only a dream'.
Rob, please, don't leave us. Come back...
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