Remember Me, Sarah

65. ~Sarah~

Michael,

Happy Birthday! By the time this letter arrives in your mailbox, I expect it will be your birthday so I have attached this letter to your birthday present. I hope you like it. I don't actually know much about guitars, but I spoke to the store attendant at the music store and he told me this was the best guitar there.

I owe you such an explanation. I suppose I should have told you from the first, but I never expected that our relationship would come this far. I never thought... I never thought that I could fall in love via letter. But you have proved me wrong, Michael Linde, and I nearly wish that you had not.

You see, I'm dying. I suspect that by the time you read this letter I will already have departed from this earth to 'touch the face of God' as President Reagan so eloquently put it. I was diagnosed with leukemia in February of 2010. I've fought it for these past two years, but it was a losing battle. The doctors supposed that I would pass on on January 18--your birthday.

Don't you see now? Why I could not attend your birthday? I so dearly wish I could have. You cannot even begin to imagine how it pains me to know that I will never get to see your face, or hear your voice with my own ears.

I won't miss many things on this Earth. I shall be glad to be rid of the fear, and the pain. I will miss you, though, with all of my heart.

I don't want you to miss me though. All I ask is that you keep me in your memories.

I hope you live a beautiful, amazing, full life, you have made my last few months so delightful by being in it.

Remember Me,
Sarah