Cormac's Letter

This was a writing excercise where we wrote a letter as character from a story. This is a letter from Cormac from Pete Hamill's Forever:

My dear son,

There is not a man alive that is older than your father. Unlike other men, in my case it's true. I was born in the 1700s in Ireland and I've made it here today, after everyone I've ever known has gone to the Otherworld.

You have my blood in you, the blood of the Celts, but alos of this city, that has been my home for over two hundred years. In you is the sweat that helped dig the subway you ride everyday. The grime under your fingernails is from the Revolution. Your drawings are mine and mine are yours. The food on the table was put there by Boss Tweed.

Aske me questions, my son. Ask for my story. You are the one I would tell it to. Ask about the ancient covenant of our people, who follow and avenge the murders of our fathers. As how I died and was reborn by otherwordly magic. Ask how I came to meet your mother, the woman I searched this granite island for for more years than Ic are to count.

After I leave for the Otherworld, take the sword that hangs on the wall and keep it always. Your grnadfather was a blacksmith in Ireland. He made it. I killed his murder with it. But you will be free of such a responsibilty since no man can kill me.

I saw Manhattan grow from a village into this city. I pulled your mother from the ashes of the towers. As me for my story, my son. It is the most valuable legacy I can give you.

Your father,
Cormac Samuel O'Connor