Phil Diffy,
My Phil, when you receive this letter I will have been long past away. That is, unless they find a way to extend someone's lifetime before then. In that case, I will find you and tell you this in person. *phil flips head back and forth looking around at the door hopefully. Nothing happens and he looks back at the letter* Nothing? I thought so. I want you to know that I have had a wonderful healthy life. I graduated high school and Collage while landing a job in the local news station. I then moved to bigger and better jobs on the world news station. My dreams were met. That's where I found a loving young man named Jason. We hit it off instantly, though I still had my reservations. Eventually we married and had three little boys. Curtis, William who we just nicknamed Pim, and Phil. You can guess which one was my favorite. Phil was the eldest and the closest to my heart. They eventually grew up to have kids of their own. My husband passed away about a year ago. I currently live in a nursing home and think on the past often. It's the only thing keeping me sane. Sometimes I let slip stories of my past with you, but no one ever believes them to be true. They just take them as my mind slipping from saneness. You will be happy to know that it's not. That I still remember everything about you, almost as if the first kiss we shared was only yesterday and this nursing home I wake up in every day is just a strange dream. I remember you. More than anything in this world. More than my own children, my own husband, you are the one that remains intact. You have always helped me in my life. If ever I had trouble with something or felt discouraged I would always think on you, what would you tell me? All I ask now is that you keep this letter. Live your life to the fullest. I have always loved you and always will. Just because my life has ended doesn't mean yours has to. Live your life like I have lived mine. Reach your dreams. Marry the luckiest girl in the world and keep her close. Just know my love is, has, and always will be yours.
From the not so distant past,
Your Love,
Keely
