Dear Henry,

If you're reading this. Well I'm not here.

I know you tried your best. And I don't blame you. If you can't get the cure, then I never will.

And I only have two things to say in these last words.

First thing, I love you. I doubt you know this, but I think I always have and would have always. I doubt that you'd ever return my feelings anyway. But let it always be known, I love you. Scream it from the rooftops and tell anyone you want. Because it's not exactly like I can get embarrassed anymore.

Second, I forgive you. For everything. All the times I called you annoying. The hammock jokes, Everything. I never meant a word.

Henry, please, for me, live your life. Find love, have kids, hell name one after me if that's not too much of a request. But don't let this hinder your life. You're so carefree, and that's why I've always loved you.

And if one day we actually do meet again, be ready for a big hug. Because lord knows you're overdue. So until the day we meet again.

With every bit of love in my heart,

Jasper

P.S. I love you.

He blinked and a tear fell from his eye.

"I love you too Jasper." He said as he pulled the trigger.

"Love you too Dad. Thanks for taking me out shooting. It's real fun." 16 year old Jasper Bartlett Griffin was lining up his shot and took down the clay bird with ease.

"You're doing great kid, one day you'll be as good as me." Henry smiled slightly before patting his boy on the head.

"I doubt it Dad, you always hit it." Jasper looked down.

"Not when I was your age, Uncle Bryan wouldn't let me near a gun. He said my fists were too dangerous anyway." There wasn't any reason to tell the truth. Uncle Bryan had seen Henry in those days, all the depression.

"Thanks. I love you Dad."

"I love you too Jasper." Both of you.


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