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.
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Just recently I still remember you playing with your tail and excited to see me whenever I come home tired and stressed from my duties in the hospital as a student nurse.
I am frustrated that I didn’t have a chance to see you again, as I was planning to after my finals. A month ago, you were given to another family, no one informed me nor did they ask for my approval that they would give you away.
Just today, mom shared with me that you died fifteen days ago, and kept me from knowing this on the day you passed away, with good intentions that it could have been bad for me if I knew beforehand.
The cause of death has two sides of the story are relayed to me:
First was because of jealousy, some people were apparently jealous of the new dog around the block and decided to intentionally kill you.
While the second assumption was that the dogs from the neighbourhood bit you to death.
I don’t know what to believe but I still consider the negligence on the part of your new owners.
I know that one day justice will come. With this, I offer my last tribute as a memory to our wonderful days when you were with our family.
Rest in peace Pichy, I will always remember you; to me you are the best dog I ever had.
First of all I would like you to know how lucky I am to have you as my son. One night 25 years ago was the best time of my life, it was the day that I gave birth to you. The joy you brought me was incomparable. You became the source of my inspiration in my everyday living. Even though your father left us when I told him that I am pregnant. I am still happy because you came into my life. Every time I feel tired and lonely, I will just look at you and it will all go away. I worked hard and focused my life into raising you and providing the things that you needed. Even though I can’t give all that you need you still became contented for what we have. I know how you longed to have a father, I am sorry that you didn’t even have a chance to meet him. I wanted to thank you for being a wonderful son. Especially during the time when we found out that I have cancer. I was so depressed but you were there to comfort me. You always encourage me and said that I need to fight this sickness. I know you are sad but you always keep your smiling face when you’re with me. You told me that you love me and still wanted me to live for me to see you get married and have kids. I was so happy that time and came back to my senses that I still have my reason to live. Thank you my son for always being there for me, for taking care of me, for being my inspiration and for completing my life. I tried to fight but it seems that this is it for me. I feel it and I know that I’m just inches to death. I wanted you to read this letter to always remember me. I love you and I am proud of you. I may not be with you physically but always bear in your heart that I always think what is best for you. Hope that you will find the right girl that will take care of you and love you as much as I do. Be strong and take care of yourself. Keep up the good work, and if I ever live again, I would still be your mother. I love you son.
Love you always,
To a pirate,
Hi. My name is Lisa and I am seven years old. I’ve always wanted to send a message in a bottle. I saw someone do it once on a T.V. show and I thought it looked really cool. Anyways, I was going to do this when I was a little older, but the doctors told me that I don’t have much time left to live. I hope that you can send me a letter back in time, but if not I understand. So I was wondering, what does it feel like to be a pirate, to feel free on the open sea, and have no fear of death? You have probably experienced all kinds of exciting things, like did you graduate high school? Did you get a drivers license and get a car? I wish I could do those things, but I don’t think I can. You probably also get to fish off your pirate ship. I love fishing, but I hate eating fish. Daddy says that fish have a lot of helpful vitamins, but I always refused to eat it, even now when I am sick. The doctors say I have something called leukemia. Its kind of fun to say. Leu. Ke. Mi. A. It made me sick when they gave me medicine, so they had to stop. My mommy cries a lot, but I’m not scared. My grandma says that there is a place you go after you die where you can play all the time and there is an endless amount of ice cream. I’m kind of excited for that. The kids at school say that me writing a letter to a pirate is on my bucket list. I don’t know what that means, but it sounds funny. It’s my bedtime now so I have to stop writing.
My dear daughter,
I have always thought that I have known what a father would do for a daughter. Now I can say that I was dead wrong. Until I saw the sweet blue of your eyes and felt the soft touch of your tiny fingertips on my hand, I knew nothing of love. The most painful part of knowing that my journey on this earth is about to end is that I know that it will affect your life forever. I wont be there to take you to your first day of school. To be truthful, I selfishly wanted to feel you hesitate to let go of my hand when I walked you through the doors on your first day. I wont get to see you walk down the steps in your prom dress, or take you driving for the first time in an empty parking lot. I wont get to walk you down the aisle or give a toast on your wedding day. I wont be able to help you fix the plumbing, or install a ceiling fan when you get your first home. I am being robbed of the hundreds of moments that I could have shared with you. Although you may have only known me for what is looking like a few months, know that I love you more than anything, and although I cannot be physically there with you, I will always be there in your heart edging you on to make a choice out of passion, not logic. Life is too short to do something that will not make you happy, believe me. I could spend a lifetime writing to you, but it is getting late, and my arm is getting weak.
Love with all of my being,
My lovely sis:
I am confused of where to address this letter. I can’t address it to where I know you aren’t, and I truly don’t know where you are. In my life, I have never believed in reincarnation, but allow me to make an exception this one time. Whoever you are, wherever you might be, I strongly hope that you’ll spare a minute to read this letter. I just want to let you know that I have a debt to repay you.
Maybe you don’t remember this. Once you went with dad out, although am sure where it was, but I think it was to the corner store to purchase something. On that day, he had bought you candy, the same way he had done for me the many occasions I went out with him. As father and daughter strolled back home, dad realized that you hadn’t unwrapped it. “ No! For Jim”, you had fiercely had innocently declared, closing your tiny tightly on the candy. Little did you know that in a matter of months, your life would remain forever unwrapped, just like the candy you kept unwrapped for me.
“It’s just a candy piece, bro. Why are you getting worked up for nothing?” you ask. No, dear sis, there is a lot more. You didn’t get your favorite crayons, so you could get me a drawing book. You didn’t ask dad to buy you a Barbie doll, so he would save to buy me a tricycle. And, every time you came close to it-you surely liked to play with its bell, mom told me- I’d softly shoo you, maybe as a show of gratitude for the candy you had saved for me! Indeed, sibling rivalry, what else is new? Let’s see…well, if sis you had waited-the sad moment was yet to come. Here are a few lines from your mum’s message read during your funeral, which says it all:
Where has the loving sister gone?
Gone! To the land of no return!
As a young girl, she opted to miss the bus:
So that her brother got enough milk,
So that her brother got enough rice to eat!
Anne deliberately missed the school bus,
So that her younger brother would get on…
She didn’t have crayons,
She didn’t have nice clothes,
She didn’t have a drawing book,
Then how would she get on?
Sis, did you ever get your milk? Did you ever get crayons, clothes and a drawing book to go to school? Did anybody ever buy you the Barbie doll you always wished to have?
What of your ultimate sacrifice? Well, can I call it a sacrifice, can I? Any way, you had no other choice in the matter. Sis, did you by any chance read my post, Anne’s sacrifice? Not quite! If by any chance you have, then by now you know, when, and why you died. I must admit that it is not pretty, and I would have wished that you don’t read it, but for the pictures of you that I saw brought back all the sad memories of you.
Please sis, would you let me know where you are? So I can send a box of candies for all the love you gave me. Maybe, that’s the least I can do for you!
Lots of love sis,
My dearest René,
How quickly this tragic life leaves us. Even now, as I lay in what surely must be my deathbed, I am taken back to a time where we used to walk hand in hand along a lonely path near your families lake. The sky was bluer then. We used to leap off the rocks into the water, but that was when we were young. Memories flash through my mind. I weep because all they will ever be are memories. That is the most painful part of death. What could have been will never be. I hope it is Gods will for us to meet in heaven. I am in physical pain, but the mental pain is much worse. My mind grows weak and I know that this is what it must feel like to die. All in all, I have lived a good life. Although it has been tainted by my endless mistakes, it was a life full of laughter and love. I am writing this letter now, because I have never had the guts to say all of this out loud. I love you so much. You were the sun in my life. I left a rose on your gravestone on all of your birthdays. I’m sure you saw them from your spot in heaven. I am finally ready to die. It feels more peaceful now than ever. In a minute I will turn off the light and close my eyes for the last time. I want the last word I ever say to be your name.
P.s. I love you René
I wish you well. These final moments have made me wonder where I will end up after I die. You would probably say I’m going to Hell. I wanted to say I am sorry. If you haven’t already torn up this piece of paper, than let me tell you my dying wish. Forgive me. I had no right to take your sister from you. If there really is a heaven, than I know she is there. A preacher told me that if I ask Him to, God would forgive all of my sins. I can’t bring myself to believe that. What I did was the worst of things. I have seen the wrong in what I have done. This life is precious, but now I am glad that it is ending. I am ready to go home. I know this is no excuse, but I was not brought up in the best of homes. My childhood is full of pain and suffering, and my pain finally hit a boiling point. I hope that somewhere in your heart you can forgive me. I know that you cannot forgive what I have done, but forgive whatever piece of humanity is left in me. This is my dying wish. Please don’t live in fear of people like me. Life is to short to fear anything. Live your life for all it is worth. I hope that you can possibly find comfort in my death.
With the utmost respect,
It’s so hard to breath without you! Its like I’m suffocating with every moment that passes without you and I still haven’t stopped crying. How could you leave me like that? I needed you. I need you now. My hands are shaking so bad, and my lungs are on fire. I tried to pray, but the words just wouldn’t come. Can you hear me baby?
I have to mess up the blankets on your side of the bed every night. I can almost hear you laughing at me. When I wake up I can almost convince myself that your still here and that you never left. Each morning when I finally have to stop deceiving myself, it’s like hitting a brick wall. I realize that you are gone and never coming back. Why does death have to be so permanent? Why do the living have to be so ignorant about time?
I wish I had just one last minute to curl up next to you and put my cold toes underneath your warm thigh. Now I realize that we never had a moment to ourselves where we were all that existed. Even our most precious moments were shared by a phone call or a knock at the door. If I could do it over, I would give all my time to you. If only I had known that you were all that mattered. Know that our love will remain unbroken by any amount of death or time, and I will keep you in my heart no matter how much it hurts.
I wait for the day I can see you again,