It is over a year now...
Our mother brings you up weekly. We have not heard a single coo from you.
Our father thinks you have passed away. And yet, my thoughts or feelings about his expression about this is merely a conundrum.
Dear Michael, It's Gobi,
We have wondered for days, weeks, months, and now a year. Where you are, where you have gone.
Mom secretly thinks we will be watching Amazing Race and you will appear in the background scenery. Just happily conversing with the locals as you venture the taunting world around you.
You pick up on the language, and the culture picks up on you.
You are able to read others and they just glance upon the surface of you.
We wish you well on your journey brother.
We hope to see you again, in this lifetime, if not in another.
Remember your strength and your purpose of discovery.
Love your sister, bro-in-law, and sweet nephews.
(All whom I will remind everyday of their uncle Mike.)
Wishes of Wellness Brother
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