Alexander Hamilton died. He raised his pistol one last time but dropped dead before it could fire, leaving his dearest wife Eliza (Betsey) and their children hopeless and in despair. As we know Eliza then dedicated every last day to raising his name, just as he did himself. But what she did in private no one knew about. And now 200 years later, hundreds of letters have been found, all made out to one very dead Hamilton. She wrote like she was running out of time, and these are her tidings. THIS IS FAN FICTION NONE OF THE LETTERS ARE REAL. (This is more of a formal writing practice for me, although I will include some storyline)