The Death Letters Project was started as an artistic expression of the wondrous nature of life and experience, and to help along the stages of grief.
The goal of the project is to collect death letters - letters we would write over a death of a loved one, or the impending journey onward of someone terminal including ourselves.
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You remember that time I got in a fight with my Dad and you were at your window and I was at mine and we whispered to each other across the dark all night long?
That was the moment I fell in love with you.
I love your red hair, I love your green eyes, I love the freckles you get when you spend too much time in the sun, I love how you hate your curls. I love the songs you love to sing on the radio, I even love the way you never realized how much I love you.
God, I’m starting to sound like lines from a teen flick aren’t I? I can’t really help it. Sorry. I’m writing you this because the doctors said it helps the healing process to get all your secrets out in the open and it stands a very marginal possibility of improving my chances for survival if this treatment works. And that’s a very big if. So I figured, what have I got to lose, right?
So, just so you know, I love you. And thanks for being my friend all these years. I know that sounds really dorky, but I mean it. You’ve been great. We’ve been partners in just about every assignment we’ve ever been given and if it weren’t for you my GPA would be a lot more of a problem, that’s for sure. And I always knew if I ever needed anything, you would be right there, standing at the ready to give it to me. And I hope you know I would do the same for you.
Don’t feel obligated to act on this letter at all, by the way. It’s just something I had to get out there. Don’t feel like you have to reciprocate. You can even pretend you never got this letter the next time you come to see me, if you want. I won’t call you on it. I just knew that if I die, which I hope I don’t, but if I do, I just knew I couldn’t die without having told you.
So now I have.
See you soon Amy,