This is probably the last time
I’ll get to write to you or anybody for that matter.
Unlike most people,
When they find out that they are going to die
They don’t lie in bed and wait for it to happen.
Well, I guess I’m different.
Always have been, you would know.
I don’t have anything I need to do before I die,
I have already accomplished my bucket list and
I most definitely don’t have any regrets
So why not?
You however young lad,
You haven’t lived till 90
There’s no reason for you to be depressed.
I have lots to tell you, really but not enough words to say everything.
That’s the problem, I don’t have the words to show you how much I love you.
To show you what a blissful life you have allowed me to live.
To show you the hardship that I’ve been able to overcome.
To show you how I don’t wish for more time but that you have the best time during your days.
This isn’t a letter for your brain.
It’s for your heart
It’s going to act as a remedy, you have to let it
There is nothing left for me to say.
A part of live is figuring it out oneself.