The Letters For Those Left Behind

Five Years Later

Adam and I got married. It was a shock that we stayed together. I was certain those first few months after Amanda's death that we wouldn't last past the summer. But we did last. I guess Amanda was right when she told us all those years ago that it was true love.

Cole hadn't married, but he adopted twins, both having similarities to Amanda. Dark hair, brown eyes. Fair skin. Their names are Ethan and Jessica. They love him more than anything else and always want to hear stories of their dad's love that never happened.

We tell them about Amanda and how through her departure she brought us closer together, even though people expected us to never want anything to do with each other again.

Amanda lives on inside of us. Which is why, I suppose, Adam and I named our daughter after her.

I stopped dying my hair and it's back to it's natural reddish brownish color. Our daughter has the same hair as me but her fathers dark brown eyes. She's only a year old, but she takes after her namesake. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't read the letter Amanda left me. Adam and Cole do the same. Sometimes we let our kids play together and read all four letter and cry. The kids don't quite understand why we cry when we read the letters. That's a good thing, for now.

When there's news of a suicide I wonder why anyone would do such a thing and then I remember Amanda. I remmeber how she often felt like she was drowing on land. Or sufficating when there's pletny of air. I remember how Amanda loved us all and she didn't want to make any of us cry, but in her mind not letting go would be living a lie.

There is so much that we can wonder about in the world. We can wonder about the existance of aliens or monsters. But in the end where will that get us? No where. The only thing we can wonder about and find the answer to is why others do the things they do. Sometimes the answer is long and complicated. Sometimes it's short and simple. Other times, like in the case of Amanda it's long and simple but short and complicated. All we'll ever know for sure is that there will always be one person who leaves letters for those left behind.

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