Dear Suzanne,
I appreciate all that you've given me. But it pains me to have it be taken away so easily.
I will be eternally grateful to you with my reunion with Annie. After all I had to endure with President Snow's "business" and putting up this act of being a player and all, those horrible experiences made me appreciate and crave Annie's presence even more. And when you allowed me to marry her, and even just see her again, I didn't know how I could possibly repay the debt I owe you.
I'm not even upset about my death itself. What happened to me. Because what I died doing, some way or somehow, prevented any possibility for anyone else, especially my own son, from experiencing all I had suffered through. And that's worth being decapitated by lizard mutts.
I just want to meet my son. Before he winds up here. Dead, I mean. I sure hope he'll help Annie be less lonely. Could you at least tell me his name, please? And tell him and Annie I love them?
Thank you for making my pain worth it in the end.
