My parents weren’t perfect by any means. They made their fair share of mistakes raising me. But their intent was always good. They tried their best to help me all the way to the end.
I know that when I’m gone it will devastate them. They have been living in fear of this for the last several months. It hasn’t been easy for them. I regret putting them through this pain. But it wasn’t my choice.
My brother and sister live far away so I don’t see them very often anymore. They will be hurt, too, and so will their kids. No more uncle for them. I will miss that.
My few friends will shed a tear after I’m gone. It will be hard at first, but they have their own lives to worry about. They will be OK without me.
I wonder if she will have any reaction at all. Or any of the kids. Will they shed a tear for me? Will it affect them at all? Will they remember me? Will they remember our good times together? Will they remember the love we shared?
I guess I will never know the real answers to these questions. But I know what I hope the answers are.
I still love them with all my heart. I will miss them the most. I will remember the good times, and the love we shared. Our plans for the future, that weren’t meant to be.
I wish you safety, good health, and happiness. I love you.