Dad,
I wish you were here to read this. I know you would have wanted our correspondences to continue. So, here I am. How do you talk to someone who's life is over? I've known you for such a very short time, and in that short a period, we could have had a father/daughter relationship like a normal family. But, normalcy does not run in the Petrelli family.
My thoughts are with you. Your unselfishness saved millions of people by sacrificing yourself as a human cannonball. I was wrong about you, so very wrong. Those last moments of your life, I could see it in your eyes, what you felt needed to be done. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving, but, like a true hero, you did what was best for the people of New York. You would have made a great President one day.
It's so hard for me not to cry when I think of you. I have your blood in my veins, and I'm feeling the pain in my heart of losing you. You're my father, and there isn't enough words in the dictionary to even describe the way I feel about you. I never wanted to know the feeling of ever missing you in my life. I would have never predicted your life here with me would have been short-lived.
We seemed to have communicated a whole lot better through these letters of ours than in person. I'll treasure them always. Maybe one day I'll write the final chapter of our life together. It's the one about me growing old and gray, and having built memories of the two of us together. Memories of you, dad, what very little I have, yet, it's enough to last me a lifetime.
I'm crying over a man whom I thought I could have never loved, and I'll never have the chance of feeling the love you had for me. You're my hero.
Your loving daughter,
Claire
TBC - Chapter 15