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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My mom told me I couldn’t go visit you again, because you are very ill. She would not tell me what it means and she seems like she doesn’t want to talk about it. I don’t understand why because usually she answers all of my questions. I went to my dad instead and he told me that you are ready to go to heaven and that I might not see you again.
I miss you very much, Rosie. And I wish I could come over and spend time with you like we used to do. I’m sure you would feel a lot better! I actually called your house by myself but someone told me you were not there. So I am writing you this letter because maybe you don’t want to see me anymore and you’re scared to tell me? I have to see you again. Nothing is the same without you. And even if you are really sick, I am not afraid to see you! I could bring you some ice cream and we could watch something together. Please, let me know you still want to see me, or tell me something at all. I really miss you.
I was wondering what heaven is like. It might be pretty cool, actually. I wish I could go there with you. Do you think they have bikes in heaven? I would think so. I think they have everything you can imagine in heaven. We could ride bikes or clouds and have as much cotton candy as we want! Or we could drink colorful drinks, like our parents always do but they never let us because they say we’re too young. I’m sure we wouldn’t be too young in heaven! But I don’t know if you can come back from heaven… mom would never let me go if she knew I wouldn’t come back!
I don’t want to not see you again. Maybe you don’t have to go to heaven after all? Or maybe you could come back? Why are you sick anyway? Don’t keep secrets from me now. You have to tell me! You’re probably still mad that I didn’t tell you about that bike for your birthday, but I didn’t want to spoil your surprise.
I’ll be waiting for a letter from you. Make sure to tell me everything! I really miss you. I hope we’ll see each other soon.
Get well, Rosie!
Dear Harry, Lisa, and Drew,
I’m lying in the hospital bed, paralyzed from the head down. Kate, my nurse, is writing this letter for me since I no longer can depend on my own hands to do it. I am 32 years old and have lost the ability to live my life. I cannot blame your mother for leaving me, but what hurt me the most is the fact that she took the three of you away from me. You are still too young to understand this now, but by the time you will, I’ll no longer be here to explain it to you. I don’t want you to live your life without knowing who your father was and how he died.
I was attacked and beaten on my way home from work. I don’t know who those men were. I don’t know them. The police said they were local thieves and wanted money. But they took a lot more than money… This is not a condition I can recover from. I’ll never be able to move my limbs again. I’ll be this vegetable forever and I don’t want to live like this. Can you blame me? One month ago, I would tell you I am strong enough to handle and overcome any obstacle, but today all I can say is that I can’t.
It kills me to know that I won’t be there to watch you grow, to pick you up from your first day in school, to take you for ice cream on Sundays, to chase your first boyfriends/girlfriends away, to help you pick a college for you, to buy you your first car, to vacation with you, and Lisa and Drew… to walk you down the aisle and give you away to your spouse. But I always wanted to have a guardian angel watching over me and now I get to be one myself… Harry, take care of your mom and your sisters. I am very proud of you, son.
I love you kids very much. You might not have a good memory of me few years from now, but you’ll know me in your heart.
You know me well. I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings and today I came to a point when it is impossible for me to do so. Don’t judge me on this but I’m writing a letter because I’m not strong enough to see your faces when you hear what I have to say.
You’ve all noticed me being different and distant recently and there is a reason why I’ve changed. I was diagnosed with breast cancer stage IV and I’m afraid there is no hope for me beyond this point. It might take a month or few more but there is no doubt that I will be gone by the time Christmas comes.
You’ve all inherited this weird, emotional side of me and I can imagine you all crying while reading this letter. And let me be clear, I want you to stop it right now. I am not 18 and I do not have whole life in front of me. I lived my life and it was beautiful. I am perfectly happy with leaving right now when I still look good and my grandchildren don’t have to remember me as this handicapped grandma that required assistance to go to the bathroom.
I am 100% sure that none of you cares about what I’ve just said but I swear if I see you crying or whispering behind my back or if you start treating me differently from now on, I will move to Alaska and I will die there, with a peace of mind.
I love you so much and I am confident that you will be absolutely fine after I’m gone. It is not the end of the world and you have your own little babies to take care of. You better tell them good stories about me.
Be strong this time. For me.
Dear Shelly, Dom and Ben,
Hey kids. It’s about that time I guess. You know it’s been hard for me since your mother died, I can’t remember a time when we weren’t together. I guess I always thought I’d be the first to go. I kind of wish it had been that way, but that’s probably selfish of me. These last few months have been hell without her, and I wouldn’t have wanted her to go through that. I can feel my body failing me and, since I’ve probably never said the things to you kids that I should have, I wanted to be sure I told you now. That way you would know I thought it all the time:
Shelly- Darling, I’m so proud of you. The way you’ve stood up and taken charge the last few weeks, I know it hasn’t been easy. Always making sure everyone else is taken care of is a trait you share with your mother. But I watched her work herself into the ground too often baby, so you remember what she didn’t always. Take care of yourself too and sometimes it’s okay to let your guard down. You’ve got a good man in Tom, let him be there for you. Love you darling.
Dom- Boy, you’ve done everything I ever hoped for and more. I hope I didn’t push you too hard. I hope you enjoyed all the football games I hauled you too and playing catch and practicing in the backyard. They’re some of my favorite memories of you, boy. I sure am sorry I won’t get to see my newest grandchild here in a few months, but I know you’re ready to be a father and I can already tell you’ll be a far better one than I ever was. Learn from my mistakes, son. Remember nothing is more important than your family, and the best thing you can do for them is to be there for them.
Ben- I swear half the time I didn’t know if you were going backwards or forwards. But it seems like you always did, don’t it? Headstrong you were, and tough. I was always a little worried when you tried to keep up with your brother and his friends, them being so much older than you, but you always kept up, didn’t you son? Even when they made you do things you didn’t want to tell me about, you never once whined or complained. It’s like kind of strength and determination that I know will take you wherever you ant to go for the rest of your life. Don’t give up, boy. It’s not in your nature and it don’t look good on you. You can do anything you put your mind to, I believe that, so you should too. Be good boy. And be safe. Don’t you be worrying your mother and me once we’re gone.
I love you all equally and in your own way,
I remember when you both were born. My strong son, you were an easy birth. You couldn’t wait to get out, could you? The doctor barely got into the room before you were ready to come out. I couldn’t have been more proud that you grew up as you did, my sweet. You have impressed me constantly; from being a fearless boy to the man you are today. I am so proud of you that you’ve come so far and to see you with your own family now makes my hear swell. It’s beautiful, my child. You are a great father. My only piece of advice is to remain patient. Children don’t always do what you want them to. Take it in stride because you did the same thing. And never forget to smile. They will fill your positivity and it will rub off on them. Bring up children that are positive and happy. The world is rough enough, add some light to it.
My dear daughter, your birth was much more difficult. You didn’t want to come out at all. Understandably comfortable, you tumbled out all tangled up. My other little daredevil, I am proud of you too. You’re a wonderfully artistic woman with a brilliant sense of humor. You’ve taught me a lot about myself. You taught me that sometimes not holding my tongue is ok. Sarcasm is indeed a wonderful tool. Finally, you taught me to stop myself before I get into a tizzy. Thank you my sweet. Never doubt yourself, you are smart and capable. You’ve proved to be tenacious. That and using your head will get you far
My children, you both know that I am not good with goodbyes. This illness has been rough on everyone and I just hope that as my time draws near you both are ok with it. I know it’s hard, but letting go will feel better than holding on. You both have incredible lives ahead of you. Live them. I will be with you always. I love you.