Dennis Cockerham
Born
Son of Rory and Sue
West Point, Nebraska
March 28, 1972
You don’t remember this
You used to live with your parents
There was a family
There was a mom
There was a dad
Brother and sisters
Two boys
Two girls
Stacey
Dennis
Christine
Chad
Living in a house
All together
Normal
Parents divorced
1976
You were 4 years old
That is how Stacey and yourself
Stacey
Older than you by one year
Ended up
Living with grandma and grandpa
Dad
Originally from Iowa
Went Back
Mom wanted a fresh start
4 kids
Too Much
She moved
Norfolk, Nebraska
She took
Christine and Chad with her
Stacey and you
Signed over
Guardianship
James and Myrtle Webb
Mom’s
Mom and dad
Our grandparents
As unbelievable
As this is going to sound to you right now
It won’t
You will come to believe
Great things
Through your experiences in this life
I write
To me
Of the past
A way of introduction
To the reader
Of the present
To introduce us
To the world
The date today is
March 2, 2020
I
You
Us
We
Turn 48 years old this month
Such a distance
From where you are now
Some of this may seem
Hard to follow
Even now
The emotions resonate
Enough to distract me
Yet
I promise you
I know your tastes
Pulled to the adventure
As you are
Like the themes you make up
In your head
As you play
Hot wheel cars in the basement
Riding the edge of the law
Like The Dukes Of Hazzard
Doing bad
To do good
This
So many years later
I understand
I understand why you relate
To this contradiction
Repeat
Recreate the same theme
Over and over
In new and inventive ways
In the safety of your imagination
In the basement
Alone
Where nobody comes
I don’t want to take these times from you
These moments of peace
This way you play out the confusion
Now your life
Replicating it in your favor
Finally the hero
Loved by all
Yet
There is a reason
Why I have chosen now
To reach out to you
You are 10 years old
You are in the 5th grade
It has been brought to your attention
Things at home
Not as they should be
You did not break the swing set
You did not throw the first high heel shoe
You are not a liar
You are not worthless
You do not deserve what comes next
Right does not
Have the same outcome as wrong
Bad and good
Are not the same thing
A plan has been put into place
A way out
No more pain
You are thinking
You are about to take it
I am not going to tell you not to
I know
I still feel the aches
You are hiding under those clothes
I still get lost in the confusion
The tears you shed
The sense of failure
After another try
A try to do right
To do good
To receive praise
To get her attention
To have her love you, too
Relief
It is necessary
I do
However
Want to give you an understanding
Of the weight of this decision
In the basement
With the hot wheels
You always get away
Stealing from the rich
Giving to the poor
Police chasing you
You do not get beaten
You do not get caught
you
Escape punishment
This fantasy
That you created
This hope that you need to be true
This possibility
It is not
I write this letter
To you
Today
From The United States Of America
Federal Prison Camp
I am here
Sentenced May 12, 2018
55 months
Possession Of A Firearm
This charge itself
Does nothing
To explain the process
That landed you here today
This is your 7th incarceration
Since turning 18 years old
Prison
3 times in Iowa
2 times in South Dakota
And
This is your second Federal number
Prior to these events
You spent close to 8 years
State Of Nebraska
Juvenile System
Yes
8 Years
Starting shortly after reading this letter
In just hours from now
You run away
The decision
Based on fear
On the confusion
On the injustice
It creates the pattern
For the rest of your life
And
You don’t even realize it
Until today
It is not all bad
We are not alone
I write this letter
to you now
Too introduce us
To the world
We are part of something
Something greater than ourselves
Able to share our journey
Our life
All it entails
With many
Those themes
We imagined in the basement
Those stories we put together
To make our world
Make sense
It is these very things
They inspired
Motivated
Gave us the ability
to communicate
To our self
To others
To express the way we think
The way we feel
The way we relate
Let our hope be
That each reader understand
We are not proposing
That we have the answer
But instead
Through our example
Our path toward a solution
This running away
From the feelings
From the confusions
From the problems
It need not be taken
IT DOES NOT WORK
And to you
Me
The impact
The abuse
The addiction
The confusion
The contradiction
The realization
It is precisely these things
That brings us together today
Finally complete
No longer torn
With strength and courage
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Love You,
Me
[…] these faces every day when I walk this prison yard. I hope that these words or those of Noah and Dennis will touch at least one if not all of you in a way that will make you realize and keep you safe. […]