20 AD (After Dad), letter to my father 2018

(past year's letters can be found at https://www.ryanmercer.com/?category=dad )

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Well, dad... in just 5 days you'll have been dead 20 years. TWENTY YEARS. You've nearly been gone 2/3 of my life. Let's see, where do I start this year...

I'm inactive as a Freemason. I didn't even bother demitting, the Lodge I transferred to was a mess and never even sent me a request for dues until I was several months past due sending me a handwritten, in red ink, note on the back of a scrap of paper claiming I was late on my dues and needed to pay them.

I don't know what's going on with Doug but Curt lives in Arizona I believe with his daughter now. I've still not produced an heir and, since the girl that ultimately shot and killed herself, that hasn't really been anyone. 

Adam West died last year. I remember the day I found out, my friend Jeremy broke the news to me. There's this thing called twitter on the internet. Adam had 'followed' me on this platform for years and years, he still does in death, he didn't follow too many people and we were friendly with one another over the years. I cried and cried and cried when I found out. I shut myself up in the bathroom and just lost it. I think I took it rough not because television's Batman had died but because when I'd come home from preschool and kindergarten you and I would watch him fighting crime on tv when we weren't watching Hogan's Heroes, The Beverly Hillbillies or Andy Griffith. I told Adam about you once, that you and I would sit there and watch him on the television. I miss you both. 

Mom and I are moving to Plainfield in a month. Into an apartment. I still have the mushroom, your droopy horseman, and that droopy dog. They'll be proudly displayed in my room when we move. 

In April I'm taking a test for the Customs Broker license. Depending on what source you look at, it usually has something like a 3-11% pass rate. It's an open book test, however, the material is 6,000-7.000 pages. It's multiple choice but yeah... I bought some training material for it but I really don't know how I'll do, once we move I'll have a little over 2 weeks until the test and I'm going to take a few of the past years' tests as the publish the questions and answers to see where I stand. I hope I pass it as it will be beneficial at my current employer and open up options at other companies as well (or I could even hang out my shingle and have a go at it solo but I wouldn't likely do that). 

The remade Death Wish, with Bruce Willis this time, and I saw it last week. It was alright but the two detectives in it were terribly unrealistic.

There's also a man called Elon Musk. He builds his own rockets and is designing one to take man to Mars but earlier this year he took his electric car, oh yeah he makes electric sports cars that are pretty amazing, he took his electric car and put it on his newest rocket and launched it into space. He put his sports car, in space. What a world you've missed.

 Oh! On the internet last week I saw a police patch that I bought. It was the same shape as the State Police patch, a similar font and a blue background but said Indiana State Police Free Mason' and had a square & compass on it. I had to add it to the collection, you know?

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Well, dad. I miss you. Until next year.

19 AD (After Dad), letter to my father 2017

(past year's letters can be found at https://www.ryanmercer.com/?category=dad )

Well dad... in just 8 days it'll have been 19 years since you passed. It seems like just yesterday I was writing last year's letter to you.

A girl I went out with a few times last summer, she was amazing...she made me smile and she just had this light in her eyes and was curious about some of the same peculiar things that I am... she shot and killed herself. That, that was something I wasn't really equipped to handle. We'd met through a mutual friend and I'd come home from work and watched some television then was getting up to head to my room to read a bit before bed when word came from the mutual friend that Stephie had shot and killed herself earlier that day. I sat down at my desk and effectively went catatonic for several hours. I didn't go to Lodge the next day because I was so tired and just generally out of it. For weeks I was a shell of a man trying to process it. I'd not spoken to the girl in a couple of months, she basically vanished after our three dates and to be honest I'd all but forgotten her and moved on. 5 months later and I still try and rationalize what she did even though I know there's no point. A week or two before we'd put down the dog we got after we had to put Mila down.

I've been on vacation this past week and honestly I didn't even realize it was so close to your anniversary. A young woman I am friends with on this thing called Facebook that is like a digital bulletin board recently lost her father and some hours ago I found myself poking through her posts to see if I could judge how well she's coping and then I went about my evening putting no more thought to it. Sitting here taking in some videos I thought I'd share with her that I write you letters every year and I looked at the date and realized wow, 8 more days until your anniversary.

I left Speedway Lodge last year after they voted to change their number from 729 to 500 after Oriental Evergreen merged with another Lodge and the Grand Master at the time offered it to them. I was against it, I was the only person against it, so I transferred my membership to another Lodge. Here it is March and that Lodge has yet to send me a dues request and I'm just done. I'm done with Freemasonry. They can't be bothered to send me a request for dues so I'm not going to go out of my way to pay them. If they mark me as NPD oh well. To be honest I only pursued Freemasonry because it was a way for me to connect with you and your grandfather, a way to have similar experiences as the two of you while death separated us. I suppose it gave me something in common with Joe too, I know he was alive for at least my EA although he was in no condition to come down for it... I don't recall if he was still alive when I was raised. It has always been my understanding he nudged you towards the Craft.

I don't know how Curt, Doug or Dick are doing. For that matter I don't even know if they are alive. I'm still painfully and chronically single. For all intents and purposes I am the last Mercer. I turn 32 in 20 days and have yet to have a meaningful relationship in my life so as things go I am most uncertain as to if the Mercer name will see another generation. I fund a college savings plan for a future child even though I have no one to even have a child with.

As the years pass I wonder more and more if I'll ever make any meaningful contribution to society, or even a single soul.

Memories are starting to flood back, like when we sat in the dark on your bed... that moment when with unspoken words we both told each other we knew you weren't long for this world. It was so long ago, I was 12. It was 19 years ago. I can close my eyes and be in that moment as if it was happening now though. I've long forgotten what your voice sounded like but everything else is crystal clear.

I miss you dad.

Mark Allen Mercer - Ryan Carl Mercer

Update March 24th: Curt has moved to Arizona with his daughter. Dick died more than a year ago and neither Rhonda or Brad bothered to tell us. My birthday was mostly uneventful. I worked and watched television. My co-worker bought me a really neat tin litho elephant that was made in West Berlin between 1945 and 1950, they key does not wind the action but if you push the scooter down a bit and move it forward it springs to life still. That was the only thing that remotely made yesterday feel like a birthday.

 

Letter to my father, 2015. Year 17.

Well dad, in 3 days it will have been 17 years since I watched you draw your last breath and you'd think by now writing these annual letters would be easy but they are still rather difficult.

Not much has changed since last year, I started CrossFit which is a fitness regime that's a lot of chaotic repetitive stuff combined with Olympic lifting. I also made more money last year than any year before by a long shot and probably more than I'll ever make in any year to come. Sadly I'm in the process of shutting down my business (well, at least the part making all the money) for various reasons and realistically I don't see myself ever being able to make the kind of money I am from it again.

I honestly don't have much else to say. Every day is basically the same in my life and honestly they all seem to blur together. It's quite boring and absurdly repetitive. I miss you dad, maybe I'll have something better to share next year.

Letter to dad 2014

Well dad, tomorrow marks another year that you've been gone and I still miss you. This past year I suppose I've done a fair amount of things... where to start...

Well I've met mom's oldest son a few times, he seems alright. I started an LLC late last summer, I sell peptides online like melanotan and PT-141 and it's been doing alright, I also link to some products on amazon.com with my affiliate link in my various blog posts.

I had to part ways with your truck last year, it served well for 18 years before something in the transmission finally went leaving it stuck in no, or every, gear. It was a hard thing to do, I went out and bought a slightly used 2013 Chevy Impala and it's been treating me well but I really miss the truck. The last day she was in my possession I cried like a baby just sitting in her, cleaning her out, and walking around her to get one last look at her. The truck was one of my last major ties to you and memories of things we did. If my business had been doing better I would have kept it and fixed it with the intent of restoring it but alas I just didn't have the resources (and really still don't).

That's really all that comes to mind. Write to you next year!

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.

Letter to my father

Well where to start Dad... in 6 days it will have been 15 years since you died. Wow. Just wow. Still sucks. So last year I wrote you on March 6th, on March 30th my friend Michael took me and my friend Josh to a midget wrestling event for our birthdays at the old bowling alley on lynhurst that they turned into 8 Seconds. So we get there a few hours early and are killing time talking/eating/drinking and this pretty drunk guy comes up to the table and starts putting our empty bottles in a bucket on the table, immediately he stands out as NOT being staff. The man is dressed very nice, has a rather flashy watch on, is of eastern origin (Indian) and I notice that several feet back is another man that looks perhaps Saudi/Pakistani/maybe Israeli(Polynesian mix) is watching him like a hawk. This man puts his arm around me and starts talking to us at the table. He tells us his name is Ravi and he keeps talking to us, punching me as hard as he can in my upper right arm telling me he loves me and calling me the wrong name.

So this guy keeps hanging out at our table, some girls he knows come over and start talking to my friends, both of my friends are also talking to Derek the guy watching him while Ravi keeps chatting to me and hitting me... we go off together and walk around, eventually find our way back to my table and he says he owns a club and invites us to it. Yeah, right, and I'm a monkey's uncle... so I get out my cellular phone and I can access the internet on it, I do a search with his first name and the name of the club... ok so articles pop up and sure enough there is his photo. "Ravi Chopa owner of 6 Lounge" so we say ok we will meet you there.

We get to the club and there are 3 employees and it is empty. Oh boy, this is not good for a Friday night. We wait for him to show up and hang out with him long into the night. 2 or 3 people come in the entire night. There is this thing called social media now, big websites for it being 'facebook' and 'twitter', they are platforms on websites that allow you to share thoughts/images/whatever with friends and complete strangers. I noticed the club had some and had barely used either, these are book tools for drawing crowds so I mention he needs to use them. He tells me I'm welcome anytime and we leave for the night.

The next weekend Josh and I decide to be brave and go back, thinking we are going to be refused entry at the door. I show up, say my name and we are let right in. Ravi sees me and gets a Cheshire Cat grin and apologizes for hitting me so much the night before (Derek told him) and we are shoulder to shoulder that entire night. I talk to Ravi almost every day (In fact we went several months without missing a day of talking to each other). I'd have to say he's one of my best friends. This year has been full of experiences I never thought I'd have thanks to him. It's been a great year.

Mom's thyroid cancer looks like it's gone, I bought a level action rifle a couple of weeks ago which is neat (haven't fired it yet, big ammo scare right now and it's hard to find), my weight has gone down then back up so I'm still nowhere near where I'd like to be, I got the rotors and pads changed on the truck as well as one of the four balljoints (I have the other 3 but haven't got to it) and I hope to put the truck up and start restoring it within a year... I want to always have the truck.

That's pretty much it dad, talk to you next year and I still miss you!

Your son,
Ryan Carl Mercer.

To Mark Mercer, March 2012

So dad... lets see... it's been 14 years here in a handful of days... this past year... this past year I can't really say much has happened. Barney Fife (Dallard Tackett) was sentenced to 10 years in prison for stealing from the state... he plead guilty. I was set to move away to Pennsylvania up until yesterday however that seems to have gone away.
 
The truck is back up and running and as of this evening it will be my primary vehicle again. The gas tank on it was leaking, well at the fuel pump bracket. See the fuel pump bracket has a foot or two of fuel line coming off of it and it was very rusted. I replaced the fuel pump bracket, the fuel pump bracket gasket, fuel pump and the fuel pump strainer. New tires also went on. I need to replace the upper ball joints, front rotors and front break pads soon too.
 
Mom had thyroid cancer, they removed the thyroid and all appears to be well. Me and Bill got in a physical altercation a few weeks ago... I choked him, after I released him he in turn shoved me... I left and alter that night things were calm again.
 
I can't say there is anything really new. The country is still falling apart, I still don't have a woman and haven't passed on the genetic line. I still miss you. I don't have any new firearms but I did sell the 2 SKS. I still work at FedEx clearning international freight through customs. Tomorrow I"m going to go sign up at a gym again in yet another attempt at trying to get 60-80lbs off... I'm still fat. If I do get the weight down, I believe I'll start wearing a low profile kevlar vest around... just because this world is getting a little crazy. That is all I really have this year.
 
I love you and miss you dad,

Your son: Ryan Carl Mercer.

 

 

 

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.

 


In Loving Memory of
Mark A. Mercer
Date of Birth
January 24, 1953
Indianapolis, IN
Date of death
March 11, 1998
Indianapolis, IN
Funeral Services
10:00a.m. Saturday
March 14th, 1998
Speedway Unitd Methodist Church
Officiating
Rev. Chester A. Mayflower
Interment
Floral Park West Cemetary
Indianapolis, IN

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13 years ago today I watched my father die. I watched a room full of hardened police weep as their friend, and in some cases mentor, took his last breaths. Last night my subconcious mind decided to let me fish one more time with my father as I slept. Thanks for stopping by dad. Hope all is well.

 

 

mark mercer