My darling Adna,

If you had found this letter, the situation is bad, very bad. I had written it hoping the two of us would take it on the road  I had promised you we would take. I had planned to destroy it at the end. If you are reading it, it means I did not make it.

I blamed him that he neglected us for his ideals. When they came to inform us he had died, I became furious. All his actions had been for nothing! They achieved nothing except making us miserable.

His fight gave my every day life meaning. His hope nurtured mine. His action absolved me from my inaction. My desire for freedom, for a better life, he embodied it.

If it so happens that I don’t come home, please remember, that in the end I left as your brother had. With eyes that knew fear and had overcome it.