Dearest, dearest Art, or should I say Able?

You can never know how much happiness I feel now, and how much grief I felt duri ng all these years I thought I lost you. Almost twenty years have passed since that terrible accident, and I think that o ne single day didn't pass without me thinking of my little brother. And look at me now - writing a letter to you grown and alive! Alive! All the wonders you described, all the places you visited... Art, it is a real m iracle! No less miraculous is the way I got your book. One morning it just stood in the bookshelf, along with the other books, but look ing much more impressive, of course, with this scaly binding... I shall write th is letter and leave it on the same place where the book was. Maybe Michael will take it to you, I really hope he will. But I am forgetting to tell you some important things about me. I also found the love of my life, my dear Trudy. We got married seven years ago, and we have a t wo year old boy. We called him Art. I am already telling him bedtime stories abo ut his knight uncle who defeated the dragon, and he likes them! Can't wait for him to grow up a bit, to tell him much more. Everything you wrote will be a good life lesson to him, and it was to me also. You, my little brothe r, have taught me some important things about life, people, and maybe about the most important thing: responsibility. There are so many things I want to tell you, although my life here wasn't as nea rly as interesting. Strange thing about this Bold Berthold guy and me. You shoul d know I was also near blind for several months. Seven years ago, some time after Trudy and I got married, I was diagnosed with m acullar degeneration. It is a disease that slowly and progressively kills your e ye vision. Only in my case it wasn't slow. In maybe six months, I could not read anymore, and even had no peripheral vision, which usually stays preserved with this illness. But then, as quickly as it came, in several months the illness subsided, and I c ould see normally again, and have no problems to this day. Doctors said that the diagnosis was wrong. I am jumping from subject to subject, but you will forgive me. After you left, I stayed at our uncle's. The Parkers took good care of me, especially aunt Norma. I missed you much, I missed our games... I also missed Mom, but now when you me t her, I am happy for her, too. Maybe she is also there, somewhere, in some third world. Who knows? This is all so beautiful and strange that I cannot believe myself! Trudy says th at maybe you will be able (I know you are, ha ha!) to visit us someday, Somehow I know that it will rather be us who will visit you, dear brother. But each in i ts own time. Trudy and I agreed, if we ever get a baby girl, we will name her Disiri. I hope this is fine with your queen and you. I shall end this letter here, for I don't really know if you will actually get i t. Hopefully it will disappear from our bookshelf, then I will know. All the love in the world from your Ben, Trudy and little Art. Benjamin Ormsby