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Philip, I adore you.  I look up to you, bro.  You may hate me but I understand because there are things I cannot tell you.  I still love you though however I'm not perfect.  Like you, I'm learning in Life.  Besides I can't hate you.  I never did because hate never dispels hate.  Only love can dispel hate.  I know you're doing fine.



Philip, you are my brother.  Secretly you are.  Sounds awkward doesn't it?  I guess heaven sent you to me as a replacement of 'him.'  Although somtimes I wish you were 'him.'  I'm sorry I felt that way beofre.  I know Philip that you are Philip D., my other brother.  I love you, bro, too.



Our meeting was ephemeral just like 'his' yet I'm glad I had the opportunity to meet you in this lifetime.  I don't regret it.



Did you know it was me who sent you that gift?  I'm not sure if you received it unfortunately since it was in you mailbox.  I thought about you even when I was away.  I'm sorry I didn't respond to you sooner.  I often turn my cell phone off because I don't receive any calls from anyone except telemarketers.  I turn it on if I need to make a call.  I was lucky I left it on Sunday night.  I wasn't aware you called until 1 a.m.  I'm wondering if you figured out it was me who sent you the gift.  It was heartfelt.  I don't mind the amount.  $75 does seem a little exorbitant but I didn't get a chance to be there during X-mas or your birthday (whenever that is).  I added a bit more in case I might not make it again to greet you at your next b-day.



You are my friend and brother and honestly I care about you.  How can I not?  We've separated and went our different ways but nonetheless I did not forget you.  You are important, in truth.



When I fade away, to you, Philip, I give you my eyes.  I swear it.  I want you to see more clearly the world.  All is not what it seems to be.  You see, I'm a very perceptive, perspicacious, and 'aware' person.  It is my ability, after all.  I want you to have it to improve your awareness; to look deeper and beyond.  To see truth, raw and exposed.  I might not need my eyes anymore when I fade away so I give them to you.



You know, you're a little greedy and selfish and sometimes Philip it scares me because I see that perhaps one day it will take control if not moderated and subdued.  It is a vicious vice, a cycle of evil.  My eyes might not be as much help but, as a light of guidance, it will steer you safely.  My eyes will help yours anytime you need so.  My protection for you.  I love you Philip.  You are my brother.  I do this because I care.