A/N: Be sure to read Chapter 14 before you read this chapter.

Dear Dad,

I don't know what I am supposed to be saying to you. I guess I should explain myself, though, because I can picture your face right now and you are not happy. Well, if you have this I am gone so I must not have had a chance to tell you anything; I'll start from the beginning. First off, yes, I have cervical cancer. I was diagnosed at the end of September of what will hopefully be last year by the time you get this. That was why I moved back home. When I left, though, I married Wilson. It's a long story, but we eloped and I moved right out of your house in with him. I would have told you, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

There are a lot of things I couldn't bring myself to tell you, actually. I can't remember most of them now, but as I look back on my life I keep thinking back to hiding things from you. I guess we never really had an open relationship- at least not recently. I'm sorry for that. If I ever hurt you by my actions, including keeping all of this from you, I am sorry about that as well. I never meant to cause you or anyone else any pain, but I guess that's just what I do.

Don't ever forget that I love you with all of my heart, and use that love to overcome whatever type of pain you are feeling right now. You're a strong man, and if anyone can do something like that, you can. Remember that.

Dear Mom,

You've probably heard by now that I have died from cancer. That's true; I had cervical cancer. You probably know a little about it, and, knowing you, you probably want to read up about it or something. I am asking you now not to do that or get too worked up over it- there is no real need for that. It's over now, and I almost wish that you could forget about it as soon as you learn I had it.

But I know you would only do those things out of love, and just so that you know I was always well aware of how much you loved me. Good mood or not, you always loved me. I am just asking you to do the same of me now, because I could see how you could feel anger or resentment toward me.

When I pulled away from you, though, and didn't have your love, I had Wilson's to fall back on- my husband. I feel so strongly for him that a lot of the time I even forget that I am sick. He doesn't, though, and he takes good care of me. I know that's what you always wanted for me to have, and even though my life was cut short I had it. Wife, mother, friend, daughter, and sister- everything you ever hoped I could aspire to I did. I wouldn't have done any of it without your love and support, though, and for that I will be eternally grateful.

I love you so much.

Matt,

Don't worry, I didn't forget about you. You and I both know what a strange ting it is to move out of the house, and I wouldn't dare commit such a heinous crime of not writing one of these for you. But let's get right to the chase. I have, or had, cervical cancer and Wilson and I eloped. That pretty much covers all the bases, don't you think?

I realize that you probably studied about cervical cancer in school, and know well more about it than I ever will, but that's not saying much. Honestly, I don't know much about what is going on right now, except that currently I am not feeling too hot. I'll give you the medical aspect of it, though, since I am sure you are interested. I don't know what's going to happen in the future, but right now I am doing external radiation every other day. Wilson's brother is a gynecologic oncologist and he is my doctor. He's just as nice and warmhearted as Wilson is, so there is no need to worry about that. I was diagnosed at Stage I, but now I don't really know what stage I am in. He only tells me things on a very strict need to know basis because he knows it scares me when he discusses it. I've had a tumor removed, a big one from what I am told, and so far that is it.

But enough about that. I am sure that you would agree with me that that kind of thing is very depressing. So…I love you. You were a wonderful big brother to me and a great role model. I'm sure you'll make a great father. And, speaking of which, tell Sarah that I love her as well. She is a good woman and you are a good man.

Simon,

You were always an interesting kid, you know that? You're a very unique and special person. I could go on a gripe about me, but I don't want to do that. I want to talk about you. I'm pretty sure that whenever you get this, you'll still be going through a hard time over the accident. As a kid who made a lot of mistakes myself, I want to tell you that you can overcome it. Granted, I never faced anything close to what you were and are, but I can relate on some level. I just wanted to let you know that it will be OK. People say that to you because it is true. I'm sure you already know, but it won't be today and it won't be tomorrow, but one day you'll just wake up and realize that it is all better. And I want you to keep working at it because rising above this and everything will set you free.

I love you Simon, and I'll be watching out over you. When you go through tough times, remember me, and remember this, and remember that it will all be OK.

Ruthie,

You're probably having the third hardest time with this, coming in behind Lucy and Mom. But, I can also see you pulling the family together. I want you to do that for me- my last wish I guess you could consider it.

I died from cervical cancer. When you're older, feel free to ask Matt about it because he'll know plenty, but please don't do it now. I don't want you to get sad or frightened.

Besides that, I have some advice about Peter. First loves are always magical. I should know, I married mine. Wilson and I eloped. But I want to warn you, too. Don't let Peter be your "end all and be all" just yet. Learn from me; when you're young the sun does not rise and set with just one man. The only reason I am saying any of this is because I see the spark that you both have. That probably scares Dad out of his mind. I just want to tell you to take it slow, meet other people, but don't close yourself off to Peter ever. No matter what happens, you can land smack dab in another relationship with him. Life's funny that way.

Sam and David,

Hey guys! I would have written you both separate letters, but to be honest I am running out of things to say to people. You guys are so young, though, that I don't know what I should be saying to you. You guys can't even read this, though, which makes it even more stupid, but it's still important.

I don't want to say anything that's going to mess up whatever Mom and Dad have told you is going on, so I'll put it like this. I got very, very sick. It wasn't like getting the flu or something, it was sicker than that. I was sick for a long time, but I am not sick anymore- I'm not sick because I have gone to heaven. Dad can tell you both all about that.

I love you two so much and I am so sorry that I am not going to see you grow up. I guess I'll just have to watch you from heaven- think of it as stadium seating. Well, have a good life, listen to Mom and Dad and the rest of your brothers and sisters, get married, have children, and fall in love.

Dear George,

I am thankful everyday that you are my doctor. I am so lucky to have you as a part of my two-man recovery team. I really don't think that I could thank you enough for everything you have done for me so far, and I know that you'll be doing much for me between now and the end.

Honestly, you have changed my life. First off, if you weren't who you are I would never have run into Wilson again. So I thank you for enduring the grueling process that is med school. Secondly, you've made everything a lot easier on me. If my doctor was someone who was not as nice or sensitive as you, I would be a lot less happy in life.

And I want to tell you that I am leaving money to you. I don't know how much exactly because I don't know how much I have, but I am guessing it isn't a lot. Anyway, it's for your practice. I want you to put the money to good use; I'm sure you can use it for something. Besides, you deserve it. You are a wonderful man, a great doctor, and the best brother-in-law I could have asked for. And all that rolled into one package; all you need is your brother's good looks and you'll be all set in life.

Seriously though, you've really meant a lot to me and I can't thank you enough for everything you have done. I love you like a brother and, as a brother, the one thing I am going to ask of you is to watch out for Wilson. Don't let him get too upset. I know you can be more…levelheaded and objective than he is. I trust you to help him, just like I trusted you to help me. And, believe me, I was never sorry I did that.

Dearest Wilson,

I am writing this to you as something you can keep, stick in a drawer somewhere, and just look back on when you feel like strolling down memory lane. I don't know when you are going to get this, but as of right now we haven't even been married a month. So far, it's been phenomenal. You are one of the most amazing men that I have ever met, and the only man for me. I love you more than I can ever tell you, because words cannot convey that kind of emotion. Even if they could, they wouldn't do it justice.

I love you deeper and more passionately than I have ever loved anyone in my life. These past weeks I have been married to you have been the best weeks I ever remember having. You've looked out for me, you've trusted me, and when you didn't know what else to do you just held me, with the commitment to never let me go. That kind of love seems almost surreal in comparison to everything else that has happened in my life.

You've also done a great job of getting my mind off of things. Most of the time, when you're with me, I don't feel all that sick anymore. I don't feel all that great as I am writing this now, but even thinking of you makes me feel better. Loving you is like looking at life through rose-colored glasses.

I can't even imagine how you would deal with my death. I know that if the roles were reversed and I was in your place, I would certainly go out of my mind with fear, worry, and concern. But you haven't, and for that I owe you a lot if not everything I have. With that being said, I want you to know that I am giving you half of my money. It's probably a grand total of five dollars, but maybe you could go out and buy some ice cream and think of me. I'd like that.

Five bucks should get you almost two ice cream cones, though, so make sure you get one for Billy. Make sure you tell him that I love him very, very much, and that I never wanted to leave him. This has to be unbelievably hard for him, and I hate the fact that one day I could be the cause of pain for him. I never meant or wanted to hurt either of you.

I love you with every last cell in my body, cancerous or not, and even though it was probably short-lived, thank you for making me your wife. Giving of your heart was the best thing you ever could have done for me and I have appreciated our time together more than you will ever know.

Lucy,

I saved your letter to the end because I have the most to tell you and I didn't want to have everyone else's letter looming over my head. I am going to ask you up front, though, not to share this letter with anyone- even Kevin. This is between me and you, just like our late night conversations used to be when we were younger.

Now I know you are going to be upset that you didn't get to say goodbye to me, but don't worry about it. I know how much you love me. And I love you, too. Although we didn't always see eye to eye, you stood by me through everything. I can look back at every single one of the hard times in my life and know that you help see me through them, with the exception of having cancer.

I know that you would have seen me through that, too, but I didn't give you a chance. I'm sure that you are wondering why that is, so I'll try to give you some insight. After everything that happened over the summer with Simon, I just couldn't bear to tell all of you that I was sick. I didn't want to bring you all any more pain. I've done plenty of that in my lifetime- much more than my fair share actually. I didn't want to have to see any of your faces, or discuss it with you, or have your sympathy either. That wasn't what I wanted. All I would have liked was to have you all look at me the same way you always have and not to have any special treatment. If I told you, everything would have changed. Even if I got better, it still would never have been the same. I didn't want that to happen.

As I am sure you are probably already aware, I died of cervical cancer. I found out in September. When I moved back home, when I was living with you guys, I knew- but I wasn't strong enough to tell you. That's what it was really, although it was hard to admit it. Lack of strength. If it were any one of you that this happened to, you would have been strong enough to tell the rest of the family what was going on and take it like an adult instead of a child.

Speaking of children, I don't think that I am ever going to be able to have any. I haven't asked yet because, again, I am afraid to know. I have gotten so much radiation in that area though that it doesn't seem possible. Nothing down there feels right anymore.

And I want to ask you, beg you, that if you ever don't feel right or anything like that, to go to the doctor. Make sure that you get tested, even if you feel fine. I never really thought that anything was wrong with me. And make sure that you get mom to go get tested, and Ruthie when she is old enough. Now, not later, because remember I was barely 22.

And I want to ask you to live a little of your life for me, and go on to do something great in the world. I don't think I ever would have done something great, but then again I never got the chance. But you have your whole life ahead of you. Go out there and carpe diem your little but into doing something amazing for me.

I gave Ruthie some love advice, but I don't think I need to do that for you. You have Kevin, and after all of that time I got Wilson. We eloped and it was wonderful. Two days after I moved out of the house, we eloped and I moved in with him. I had surgery, that's why I left, and he went and stayed with me. Then Wilson told me he loved me, the whole "trying to be friends" scheme went out the window, and I suggested that we elope. This time he actually went for it. I know- another one of my wacky plans, but I'd be wacky like that all of the time if I knew everything would turn out to have such amazing results.

I really love him, more than I have ever loved anyone in my entire life. He's so great to me Luce, you'd be proud. I know you always liked him, and in general you had pretty good radar when it came to men.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I married him. I really wanted to, but it went hand in hand with everything else. I ran into him at the hospital one day. His brother is my doctor. Isn't that wild? Wilson had the nerve to rush in on one of my appointments, so I broke down and told him I had cancer, and the rest is history I guess. Life is miraculous, isn't it? Even when it seems to take a bite out of you, you can't give up on it, because if you do you'll indefinitely miss out on something amazing.

I think that's just about everything. Anything else you want to know I give you permission to ask Wilson. Or if he isn't up to it, you can probably ask George- that's Wilson's brother. He's six years older than Wilson and one of the nicest and sweetest men I have ever met. Good sense of humor, too. Maybe you could fix him up with someone?

I told Mom and Dad that I didn't want them mad at me, but I know I don't have to say that to you because you would never be mad at me. You'll always love me despite everything I ever did and that means so much to me. So did our friendship. I'm so sorry that that is over now. But you have a husband to occupy your time. Have some kids, tell them all about how amazing their Aunt Mary was, and just be happy. I'm sure everything will be fine.

Finished, sealed, and ready to be delivered.

A/N: Not much to say about this. In case you didn't realize, it's the letter Mary is leaving to the people she cares about after she passes, if she passes. Next chapter will be back to my original style, don't worry. This was just to give Mary some sort of interaction with her family and let you know what she really thinks of them and things like that.

You want to write me a letter? How sweet! Just write it as a review.