Often we don't know what we have missed until it is too late. Hindsight,
being 20/20 and all, life passes us by in a breath of sweet sorrow and
terrible amounts of joy.

You are my family, born unto this world I was from Bambi and Idempotent,
who likely never presumed a son so drawn towards War and defiance. I
never knew what path life would set before me.. and I often chose
unwisely. I was never wise, just lucky to be smart enough to pretend to
be. My clever tricks got me into so much trouble, oh Pandora, so proud
she was, but alas, I have hurt you at times and for that, I am sorry.
You are my parents, and forever I will love you and think of you as so.
Old and weary you are, and sometimes its easy to forget who the person
on the other side of a "message" actually is. Its easy to just say "what
feels good" rather then what is "right" when you don't have to look
someone face to face and see how it makes them feel.

My brother Malaphus, I write you because I wish you well in all that you
do with your life. While you birth long after followed mine and we have
shared only few moments, in those times we shared, I have seen kindness,
thoughtfulness and an aura of will to make a difference in the world.
For that and for just being the great brother you are, I am proud and
happy to have a brother like you.

To my darling sister who has been gone for many years, wherever you have
traveled to, i'll always be there for you and always remember the great
times we shared.

Your son, brother and friend,
Das Rousseau

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Aeguary, in the year 409 AF.