Dear Sherlock,
I think this is a strange idea, talking to the dead. It seems a bit silly but at the same time it makes sense. Talking helps doesn't it. I know you and John didn't like talking, all too feminine for you boys. He talks even less now. Ooh, this is me breaking the rules, I am meant to be focusing on my feelings, not other people. Well, it's quiet without you. There are no gunshots in the middle of the night, no fighting and no trouble around Baker Street. And there's no mess either, it's nice and tidy and I don't have to be a housekeeper, it helps my hip that does. But it's strange, I miss the noise and the fighting and the mess a little. It's all normal in Baker Street but I've decided normal is boring. Oh, Sherlock. We miss you, you and your disruptive personality. I wish you could come back, but I know that's silly. I can't believe it's been a year.
Love, Mrs Hudson.