Jacky, well...son, you are twenty nine in a few hours, but not here. He called you and you heard him, and you walked away too soon. For us, not for him. For him you would hang the moon.
You didn't take him for a stranger, nor one moment linger.
Do you know what you just did?
You let him witness your surrender.
You dreamed your end was near, that you were almost gone.
Why did you do it, Jacky?
Thirst that he call you home?
Your dream was so sincere, a soldier for him be,
To be his mighty warrior...
You...had...to...leave...me.
Well, did he hold you like your father?
Do you see yourself in him?
I have no doubt about it, that it was a part of his great plan.
Do you dream your dreams from there now?
Do you have us in your sights?
No, your aim is on the persecutor, and fighting for what is right.
You laid your life down to that one that came to set us free. How can I mourn your passing, when you went so willingly?
The persecutioner's intent was to take life away. Your words, and yes, I can now see. But it wasn't you, son, that he wanted. It was your family.
So how is that fragrance of life that now surrounds you...my child, you apple of my eye?
You are singing praises that give us aid of hearing, and visions to our blind.
Yes, I can see the big plan now.
God called you to fight for us.
Your faith was stronger than the rest,
you will fight the persecutor on our behalf.
...But one more thing I have to ask...since I admire the way that you sent your appeal...
How does it feel now?
To live life real?
Thank you, Jacky, for praying for us, and your willingness to take the job. True warrior style. A thousand years is as of a day in heaven, so you will see us all again in your tomorrow.
Tomorrow for you. Forever for me.
Happy Birthday.
I love you always and forever.
Mama