Carrying On

September 15th

        I found out the reason I haven’t heard from Spark.

‘We regret to inform you that the family of Wide Smile, his wife Diamond Cut, and their children, Golden Spark, Knot Mender, and Tight Turn, have died.  Their moving cart was found at the bottom of a mountainside cliff shortly outside of Los Pegasus, with all members of the family dead upon discovery.  The official report is that a small landslide swept down the mountain, knocking the family from the cliff trail and onto the rocks below.  The funeral service will be held on August the thirtieth, in the Los Pegasus chapel at seven a.m.  We offer our condolences for your loss.’

        Golden Spark is gone.  I just got this letter this morning.  It had been “mislabeled”, and lost, then delayed for two weeks because it wasn’t first class.  I couldn’t even go to his funeral.  I couldn’t say goodbye.  Not that I’d have been able to, what with it being a closed-casket funeral.  I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.  I feel terrible inside.  I’m sad.  I’m angry.  I’m confused.  I don’t know what to do.  How am I supposed to react?  I’ve already cried for hours.

        Does Rez know?  I still haven’t heard from him.  Is he okay?  Is he just like all the other ponies here?  Has he already forgotten about me?  Was he pretending too?  Was I just a bad friend?  All I do is hope that there’s been something else keeping him from writing to me.  So I continue to send him letters.  Maybe he’ll write back eventually.  I know Spark won’t.

        I hope that Spark is happy, wherever he is.  If there’s an afterlife, I know he’d be somewhere great.  If there isn’t, I plan on keeping him alive in my memory.  That’s all I can do now, I guess.  I’ve been told that things always get worse before they get better.  Maybe this is my turning point.  Maybe things will get better.  I hope so.

        Thanks for everything, Spark.  You were a great pony.  Guess I’ll see you around, eventually.  Make sure to save me a spot next to you.

-Clear Note