{"id":651,"date":"2015-10-01T17:33:34","date_gmt":"2015-10-01T22:33:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/obeythecoxswain.com\/blog\/?p=651"},"modified":"2019-08-20T17:18:42","modified_gmt":"2019-08-20T22:18:42","slug":"letters-unsent-michael","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/obeythecoxswain.com\/blog\/letters-unsent-michael\/","title":{"rendered":"Michael"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>I write letters that I never send. To say the things I could have said and didn&#8217;t. And to remind myself of the rawness of human emotion when it&#8217;s unfiltered and without risk. Some are true, and some are merely exercises under the influence of a momentary muse.<\/em><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<div id=\"mp3jWrap_0\" class=\"mjp-s-wrapper s-graphic unsel-mjp \" style=\"font-size:16px;\"><span id=\"playpause_wrap_mp3j_0\" class=\"wrap_inline_mp3j\" style=\"font-weight:700;\"><span class=\"gfxbutton_mp3j play-mjp\" id=\"playpause_mp3j_0\" style=\"font-size:16px;\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/span>&nbsp;<span class=\"group_wrap\"><span class=\"bars_mp3j\"><span class=\"loadB_mp3j\" id=\"load_mp3j_0\"><\/span><span class=\"posbarB_mp3j\" id=\"posbar_mp3j_0\"><\/span><\/span><span class=\"T_mp3j\" id=\"T_mp3j_0\" style=\"font-size:16px;\">Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain<span> - Willie Nelson<\/span><\/span><span class=\"indi_mp3j\" style=\"font-size:11.2px;\" id=\"statusMI_0\"><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div><span class=\"s-nosolution\" id=\"mp3j_nosolution_0\" style=\"display:none;\"><\/span><script>\nMP3jPLAYLISTS.inline_0 = [\n\t{ name: \"Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain\", formats: [\"mp3\"], mp3: \"aHR0cHM6Ly9vYmV5dGhlY294c3dhaW4uY29tL2Jsb2cvaW1hZ2VzLzAzLUJsdWUtRXllcy1DcnlpbmctSW4tVGhlLVJhaW4ubXAz\", counterpart:\"\", artist: \"Willie Nelson\", image: \"\", imgurl: \"\" }\n];\n<\/script>\n\n<script>MP3jPLAYERS[0] = { list: MP3jPLAYLISTS.inline_0, tr:0, type:'single', lstate:'', loop:false, play_txt:'&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;', pause_txt:'&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;', pp_title:'', autoplay:false, download:false, vol:100, height:'' };<\/script>\n<hr \/>\n<p>Dear Michael,<\/p>\n<p>I was sitting out on a patio listening to some newfound friends share their music when you came to me. A flash of an image accompanied by a fumbling guitar learning <em>Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain<\/em>. The tears came fast. A wave of recollection, both visual and auditory. It stripped me bare in an instant.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t know them well enough to let them see my grief, so I fled without grace or explanation. I made it to my cottage, where I hit the floor. My knees still show the evidence, but my wine was held unspilled. The irony in that is too extreme to even contemplate.<\/p>\n<p>I grieved for you intensely, but quickly, and then I recovered and rejoined the party. I&#8217;d like to think you&#8217;d be proud.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve buried a lot of people in my life, Michael. More than most my age. You weren&#8217;t the first, though you were one of the more tragic. You were so young. <em>We<\/em> were so young. But with the pour of some cheap vodka, we all became adults. Except you.<\/p>\n<p>And so, your absence will always be present. And for that, I am thankful.<\/p>\n<p>Yours,<br \/>\nthe coxswain<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Michael,<\/p>\n<p>I was sitting out on a patio listening to some newfound friends share their music when you came to me. A flash of an image accompanied by a fumbling guitar learning Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain. 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