*on a page marked with tears* Dearest Poppa
For the first time I know that this is a letter that you will never read. Words cannot express the feelings in my heart. All the letters, all the years there was still a small part of me that believed; believed in my heart that somehow, somewhere you were listening.
Seek the Magic; how ironic that the final word you ever spoke aloud to me were in the end magic that stood as the barrier between us.
Even though you have been a ghost in my life Poppa you have and will always be in my heart. Through these pages we have shared the joys of life as well as it's pains. Embedded in the fibres of these pages are the lives of not only myself, but all of those that have come before. As much as your music is your legacy Poppa, this is too.
I find myself standing at the side of your grave and as much as I understand there is still the little girl in me that wants to rage at you and the woman in me that wants to hold you. My mind is filled with all the questions that I will never have a chance to ask, at least not in this lifetime.
You did the best you could I understand that. After meeting the Tide you spoke of I have a greater respect for what your chosen vocation was. I can see why you would never want that woman to have access to your work. I only hope I will not fail you.
