MonuMental

Dear RoseMarie,
You’ve never seen anything like this. We’ve traveled further than ever expected possible and seen more stars in one gaze of an eye than most people have ever seen in a lifetime. I wish there was some way for you to see any one thing from this travel. But we both know there is no chance of that.
Whereas once we could barely believe the fortuitousness to which we dwelled in the warm rays of the sun, the coordinates have changed and now it appears we’ve become destined for night. I think of your mother often and with no way to measure the time that has passed I stand at increasing risk of never seeing her. With the increasing pressure it has become necessary that the rest of the group here has been required to keep to their quarters as I have to mine. Our release is not of our own control though I am aware of alternatives should the situation become so dire. We have challenged the very limits of the horizon to find it’s end in hopes to benefit countless others from our discoveries.
RoseMarie I think of you my dear every day and there’s nothing more powerful that strikes my heart than to know you are not here. Initially this journey was for you but now I know that fate will not benefit that purpose to which it was incepted.
You will never know the cost to which I have fiendishly chosen this journey nor what has been lost day by day since its departure. Every year provides more hardships than the one prior but still we press on.
I’ve seen matters unimagined by any human before, most shocking to the eye or inconceivable to the mind. People have nearly been driven mad by the quietude but seem to have found friendship in one another. I believe we may have even obtained additional help over the years as there are newer voices to people to whom I have never been introduced. The vessel is one so large that I had barely traversed its girth even before our previous orders of quarantine. I don’t know when we may all be able to stand before one another but I would love to hear the stories of their own travels so as to one day share them with you.
I miss you my dear.
I’m sorry you were never able to be born as I was never able to find your mother. These burdens lie on me, your father and no one else will suffer the pains as much as I. This path has been laid and as we all knew when we were first shown the destination there is no turning back once the course has been set. In my mind I’ve laid a thousand roses on your grave for never giving you the chance to come and change the world for the better as I am assured was to be your destiny. With each silent hour my only consolation available is to continue this journal that you will never hold. I will see this through to my last day and arrive at the irony an endless number of times that this effort was originally for you. So that you could be the best possible person and have whatever you might need. I’m sorry I have failed you so terribly my dear but rest assured my love for you will always be unyielding and ever-present. Should we ever be turned to wreckage with nothing but my documentation as a record of this journey, it will be apparent how much I loved you as much it is how futile it would be to try to track you down to deliver this series that might be mistaken as your entitlement.
To my beloved. Though your heart could never beat it assuredly had enough love to heal the world.
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