Letter to Jackson from Harry
LETTER TO JACKSON FROM HARRY
Jackson,
I’m sorry I was such a coward. I’m sorry I never admitted that you were my son. I don’t blame you for not forgiving me. It was an unfair request. You need to know that I loved your mother, Melody, with all my heart. She was the most intoxicating woman I have ever met in my life. And I should have never let her go. I should have never let either of you go. Not a day has passed that I haven’t thought about how different the circumstances of your life and mine would have been if I had been more courageous in my life.
This journal is yours. Even if you don’t want it, even if you don’t read it - it’s yours to do with as you wish. I have two (possibly unfair) requests of you.
First, please remove this journal and don't let Irene or Matt know the truth about me. I think my death will be traumatic enough for them, finding out that I'm an adulterer and a murderer would only do more damage. I have also included the DNA records that prove that you are my son. Although it seems unfair that I give you proof and then ask you not to share that with anyone.
My second request is that you find it in your heart to be a son to Irene and a brother to Matt. I know that Irene has treated you reprehensibly. She's a cold woman, and she's hard to love, but I know that in her way she loves you. Please don’t abandon her. And Matt, I’m afraid takes after his mother (but better her than myself.) He tends to be selfish and controlling. I think you were a very good influence on him. I hope you find it in your heart to be their rock. They'll need you. Never doubt that.
I could have destroyed this journal and these records, and you'd have never been the wiser, but I'm tired of the lies and tired of this burden I have carried for so long.
So I pass on to you these records. This is the account of your life before you might remember it.
Jackson, you have grown up to be a man that makes me proud. You live with courage and strength, and I think Melody would have been so proud of you. I don’t know if you remember your mother, but you are the spitting image of her. Never forget that she chose you. She put your life first. She loved you. You reminded me of her every single day. And you bore my grief every single day too. And for that, I apologize with my entire heart.
Your loving father,
Harry Jarvais