The Death of Michael Corleone
I wonder if he could see what it did to us he would pick the same path. I wonder if he knew all the death and chaos this life would cause. Would he be so willing to do the things he did if he knew it would cost him the souls of all his children? Funny thing is I should hate him, but I can't, he's my father. I love him. Or so that's what I thought. I haven't trusted my heart since the murder of my only daughter, my precious, warm, full of life, beautiful daughter. I would burn in hell for eternity with a smile of my face if I could take back that night, take back everything, and redo everything.
This 'life' if it even is considered one destroyed everyone I ever loved. I thought what I was doing was for my family, my dad always said you could never lose your family, but he was wrong. The very thing I was trying to protect dissolved before my very eyes. I wish I could cry out and be angry at him, and get rid of all that darkness in my soul, that I'm sure he was responsible for, but I can't. That's what scares me the most. I can't stomach the fact that I am just like him. The one thing I always tried to avoid.
First it was him. Five bullets and the son of a bitch survived, then my older brother Sonny, I didn't even get to go to the damn funeral. Next, it was my wife, she was sixteen. After that it was my beloved brother Fredo. I killed him in cold blood, for betraying me. This business turned him cold and heartless. My kind sensitive brother was turned cold at the denial of his birth right. After I ordered that hit I truly lost my soul, and the trust I once had in my heart.
Through the years it only continued my wife Kay left me, my brother Tom, and then my daughter…. killed. I would never walk her down the isle, never dance with her on her wedding day, and never hear her tell me she loves me, never to see her have children, never to see her smile. After the funeral, I just lost it. I wondered around for over two decades. Nothing made me happy. Not even the comfort that those that been responsible for my daughters death had been killed on the orders of Vincent. I just drifted living in solitude, getting by, but not living.
I kept my promise to God; I never committed any of my past sins again. I disbanded from them not even helping when they complained, of Vincent dragging them back into the underworld, into the dark realm of drugs. I turned them away, and when Vincent was gunned down by his own people and then wanted me to come back, I turned them away. I think that saved my son.
Now, I'm sitting outside in beautiful Sicily, sitting in the sun, the year is 1997. I have been here for a year and the presence of those I have loved and lost is all around me. I feel them calling to me. I flash back on dancing with my daughter, my first wife, Kay, I see us when we were happy, when we were in love and not hurting each other out of spite, and amazingly I feel my soul float up ward towards heaven and God cleansing my soul.
(A/N) I just watched all three of the Godfather movies for the first time and fell completly in love. Michael is a very complex person and it's had to get a read on him, but that's part of the reason why I love his character so much, he's deeply flawed and tragic, but yet you understand why he did the things he did.