DISCLAIMER: I do not own the WWE, or it's characters. This is not meant to
disrespect the Hart family, or the families of any other deceased persons
included. And if anyone thinks that this is inappropriate, I will remove
the story, It's something I've had on my mind to write for a while.
~*~
Dear Owen,
It's been a while since we've talked. I couldn't believe it when I realized you've been gone for five whole years already. To me it seems like five months; Like you went out for a while for an injury. But then it hits that you're gone.
Do you get to watch us up in heaven, or are you busy with other things? Probably watching your kids, I hear there getting bigger every day. You're probably up there, playing pranks on Davey Boy and Brian, having long conversations with Freddie and Curt. Will you tell them I say hi and that everyone misses them? Bret had a scare a while ago, didn't he? I bet you were watching out for; I bet you do the same thing for the rest of us.
Joanie and I broke up, but she found true happiness with Sean, do you remember him? I'm with Stephanie now; we're getting married in a few weeks. There's going to be a chair left for you the front row, if you decide to visit.
One thing I never understood about you was you never really had the drive for the job like the rest of us did. You went out there and gave one hell of a performance every time, but your heart was never 100% in it. You wanted to teach gym at your kid's school. You were only a few years away from your goal when t he accident happened.
The next night we did a tribute show for you, did you happen to catch it? I know that it was bigger than you would have wanted for a remembrance, but we felt we owed it to you. Remember how when I was saying a few things about you, I started to cry? It wasn't what you would have wanted, tears for your memories, but that's what you meant to me. You were one of my closest friends.
Every time someone's towel goes missing in the back, I want to say "Owen's loose and joking around again, but I have to stop myself." You haven't pulled a prank on us for a long time.
It took me five and a half years to write this. It's more of a formal goodbye than the one I gave you that night on Raw: You know when I started to cry.
This may be goodbye, but it doesn't mean I'll forget you. You're apart of all now, Owen. You're spirit lives on.
So goodbye Owen, I truly hope that you're happy.
Signed,
Hunter Hearst Hemsley.
~*~
Hunter rubbed his tired eyes and sat back in the chair at his desk. He pulled out an envelope and sealed the letter in. For the Address he wrote:
Owen Hart Heaven R.I.P
He added a stamp, and checked to see if Stephanie was still awake. She wasn't, so he walked down the mailbox himself.
Hunter knew the letter would never be delivered, but he felt better for writing it.
~*~
Dear Owen,
It's been a while since we've talked. I couldn't believe it when I realized you've been gone for five whole years already. To me it seems like five months; Like you went out for a while for an injury. But then it hits that you're gone.
Do you get to watch us up in heaven, or are you busy with other things? Probably watching your kids, I hear there getting bigger every day. You're probably up there, playing pranks on Davey Boy and Brian, having long conversations with Freddie and Curt. Will you tell them I say hi and that everyone misses them? Bret had a scare a while ago, didn't he? I bet you were watching out for; I bet you do the same thing for the rest of us.
Joanie and I broke up, but she found true happiness with Sean, do you remember him? I'm with Stephanie now; we're getting married in a few weeks. There's going to be a chair left for you the front row, if you decide to visit.
One thing I never understood about you was you never really had the drive for the job like the rest of us did. You went out there and gave one hell of a performance every time, but your heart was never 100% in it. You wanted to teach gym at your kid's school. You were only a few years away from your goal when t he accident happened.
The next night we did a tribute show for you, did you happen to catch it? I know that it was bigger than you would have wanted for a remembrance, but we felt we owed it to you. Remember how when I was saying a few things about you, I started to cry? It wasn't what you would have wanted, tears for your memories, but that's what you meant to me. You were one of my closest friends.
Every time someone's towel goes missing in the back, I want to say "Owen's loose and joking around again, but I have to stop myself." You haven't pulled a prank on us for a long time.
It took me five and a half years to write this. It's more of a formal goodbye than the one I gave you that night on Raw: You know when I started to cry.
This may be goodbye, but it doesn't mean I'll forget you. You're apart of all now, Owen. You're spirit lives on.
So goodbye Owen, I truly hope that you're happy.
Signed,
Hunter Hearst Hemsley.
~*~
Hunter rubbed his tired eyes and sat back in the chair at his desk. He pulled out an envelope and sealed the letter in. For the Address he wrote:
Owen Hart Heaven R.I.P
He added a stamp, and checked to see if Stephanie was still awake. She wasn't, so he walked down the mailbox himself.
Hunter knew the letter would never be delivered, but he felt better for writing it.