Dear Death,
You had better not suck, you hear me? Because my grandfather, my Opa, is inviting you to take him tomorrow — in a little over thirteen hours, to be exact — and you had better be a helluva lot better than the pain and suffering that's led him to this decision. Fuck Dylan Thomas, you be goddamn gentle. Because that's about all I can wish for him at this point. So that's what I'm asking you right now. I'm sure this is not the last time I'll write; I have plenty more to say. But right now none of that matters. Only my Opa does. So you treat him kind. Dammit.
Love,
-Tracy
Published 5 January 2011, title abridged 1 December 2011.
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- Tracy
- New York, New York, United States
- I like writing letters, but I often leave them unfinished. Other times I write letters that I couldn't send even if I finished them, but even that shouldn't be enough of an excuse to keep me from writing. My hope for this project is that having a place to post these unaddressable letters (puns intended) will free me to write them.
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