Copyright Joy Kaletta 2011
After finding poor Vincent in the field of sun flowers covered in blood they found an old jewelry box once belonging to his mother. Slowly they open it to find a note with in the box.
"I feel there is nothing left if my life that means enough for me to live anymore. It's like there is something calling me to a place where I will be accepted as well as be able to pursue my one desire. My love of art. The colors I see in this world have changed. All I see is red. I no longer see the yellow which I adored. I can't stand this anymore. There is no one who cares. No one who loves. No one who will ever read this letter.
Vincent van Gogh"
To many years later you can find those who love Vincent and feel sad for his life and how it went. Just if he had been born in the time and day he should have been. Would it have made a difference? I would like to think so. So My dear Vincent don't fear you are loved.