I never expected that you would die.
We had been through countless battles, we had been through entire wars, but we always survived.
Maybe it was because I was too young, but I never thought for once that anyone of us would die in a battle. After all, isn't that what you told us? That good will always overcome evil, the good will always win. Isn't that what the movies all showed? That the heroes will beat the villains to a pulp and save the world, the prince would rescue the princess and live happily ever after? Maybe Mr. Summers was right, I watched too many movies.
But you died. You weren't supposed to. We had won the war against Apocalypse. You had defeated Apocalypse. We were the Earth's greatest heroes. You were the one who made it all happen. You should have been around to see mutants and humans living peacefully side by side, you should be around when the President gave us all a rank. Yours would have been "Savior of the Earth". But you are not around, not anymore.
And it was all because you tried to save the world a second time.
Before he died, Apocalypse had released the Legacy Virus, a disease that would kill every mutant in the world. Nobody could stop it.
Expect you.
I suppose you found it out by yourself. After all, when Apocalypse tried to turn you against us, he injected something into you, so that you wouldn't die when the Virus killed the other mutants, so that you could continue to serve him.
But he underestimated you; he couldn't turn you against us. You even defeated him, caused his downfall.
But he still released the Virus.
The only cure to the Virus was given to you. You were the only one who could save the thousands of mutants who were infected. To spread the cure, the Professor injected something into you, something that would save the mutants, but kill you.
Yet you accepted it without hesitation. That why we are all gathered here today, dressed in black, to attend your funeral.
It was a beautiful day, the kind of day I had told you I enjoyed the most. It remained me of the long walks we used to take together. There had been no rain, but still a double rainbow appeared. I believe you didn't want us to be sad, you were still watching over us. Everybody cried when they lowered you into the ground. Even Logan looked teary-eyed, not that he would admit it.
The President came again; he gave a beautiful speech about to, how you always put others before yourself and how you sacrificed yourself to save the others. Even he got a little emotional and had to pause a few times. You were given a military burial, the highest honor for anybody.
It has been almost three months. But I still can't believe you are gone. The mansion seems much emptier without you around. Sometimes I forget that you are gone and go to your office to talk to you, but then I realize that you won't be there anymore. I always feel empty and sad. Classes aren't as enjoyable without you and there is much less laughter in the mansion. Although you rarely smiled, you could always make us feel much better. You were like a second mother to us. For some of us, like me, you were the only mother we ever had.
You were always there for me. I am sorry that I wasn't there for you. That I didn't even get to see you one last time. That I didn't get to tell you that I loved you.
I cry almost every night for you, although I try not to let the others see that. I am a boy, boys shouldn't cry.
But you were a heroine, and you still died.
So I guess that makes it okay for me to cry.
Bottom line is, I still miss you everyday.
I don't think I will ever stop missing you. You were the first person who showed me kindness. You were the first person that told me that I mattered to you.
Wherever part of heaven you are at, I just want you to know this…
On earth, you are a heroine.
On earth, you family misses you everyday.
On earth…
A little boy called Sam is misses you…
And that he wishes that he would have a chance, just one chance, to call you…
Mother.
Always missing you,
Sam Guthrie
