I wish I could write you a letter
From the future when everything’s better
I’d tell you how fast all this time is gonna pass
And how these are some of your best days.
Maybe I’d tell you a secret,
Oh, how everything lost, you still keep it.
Oh, the only thing I’d do,
Mail that letter back to you,
To tell you everything will be well.
I remember when I got to that last phrase- and had an empty spot- those last words felt as though they were dropped into my head by God- not something I usually say or think: "Everything will be well," but now I am hoping it's true- hoping that you are telling me that now...that all of this- the pain and horror I feel anew this morning- the long long haul I have ahead- that for me and a little girl who misses her appa and has climbed up into his desk chair just now-
everything will be well...