Writing a preface. A preface to this brilliant list of letters, all to my closest friends and relatives. All of the letters would simply let them know how I felt about them, right In that moment of time.
I would have them delivered when I died.
It wouldn’t really matter if it was suicide, or homicide, or an accident, or just natural death. Everyone wonders where they stood with someone that dies, because time can’t heal death, so they just hope whatever they want to hope, and I guess that keeps them going.
Not me.
How wonderful it would be for someone to get a letter from me after I’ve died, telling them my exact thoughts about them. Provoking, heartwarming, sorrowful, whatever the case, but purely genuine.
I could die tomorrow.
