Dear Future

 Dearest Future,

I'm sorry that it took me so long to come about. But then, here we are.

It's important for everyone to know that you're a person. Also, important that they know that inasmuch as I wish that you're in the future (like tomorrow), you're not. 

You were one of the funniest people I'd ever met. The first time we met, you looked really calm. And gentle. I didn't know that looks could be anymore deceiving. Then you said your name, and it likely provoked laughter.

Here's my favorite memory of you. One day, your mum was in front of the house. It was your turn to drop off. You took hold of your younger brothers bags. Greeted Mr Jones like the respecting boy your mum thought you were and then sort of prostrated to greet her. 

It was too much for all of us to stomach in. We laughed and laughed. We all knew mums have superpowers but yours, is a wonder. Her power brought out the actor in you without a word.

You were one of the MDs. We had just four. MD 01 was not a tough guy when he heard you had died. I was shocked. Willing everything in me to tell me it was a lie. But, it wasn't. When MD 02 called me to tell me, I said it was probably the network. I couldn't be hearing what I was hearing.

Then I got home and he broke it to me. I rushed to see MD 01 status and yeah. It was there. You had gone and left us here. I don't want to think about how your parents felt. Or your siblings cause if I'm this heartbroken, is there anything left of their hearts?

I think our second favorite memory was when you got into the school bus in just boxers. That day the bus had arrived really early. You brushed in the bus. Dressed up. Brushed your hair and wore your shoes. You looked like a respectable gentleman when you were done. And that's about the time I got in. Mr Jones told us what happened and we were all laughing. Because, nobody has done that before. 

I left school. And MD 02 would give me updates on your life and as always I would laugh. There were funny videos. You saying crazy things. And doing crazy things as well. I didn't know till you died that I hoped that I was only going to get good news about you. 

It's not easy living as if you didn't die. And I'm trying to find comfort that maybe God in His Mercy reached out to you and someway somehow made you to be with Him. 

All I can do is hope anyway. And frustrate some people in my DM with the Gospel. Cause, I don't think I can take it if anyone I know dies without hearing the Gospel. 

I loved you Future. Not the butterfly in my belly kind of love. But the type that made me think I've probably found another younger brother. 

Dearest Future (not the person now, but actual future), I hope this is the last time I regret not telling anyone about Christ.