Final letter. This story was mainly about Claire, so I figured I could write a sort of epilogue, this time written by Claire herself. Some good news on the way…
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Happy birthday Alex!
I'm so sorry you're not with me right now, but this gives me the chance to write this letter. I'm so happy that tonight you should be at home, I miss you.
I feel like I woke up from my coma a lifetime ago, and yet a few weeks ago I still had weekly medical examinations and physio sessions…
When I was in a coma all of you wrote me beautiful letters, and I still read them when I'm a bit down, especially when you're not here. That helps me a lot. It reminds me that, despite anything that could happen, I've always had beside me people I could count on, and not everyone is so lucky.
I wanted to thank everyone who showed me they cared for me, for my health, but I haven't thanked you yet. Maybe I took you for granted; I took for granted that you were there beside me.
Now I learned to never take anything for granted and everyday, when I wake up, I know how lucky and happy I am to have the life I have.
Thanks Alex, thanks for being always by my side, for listening when I had to pour my heart out and for not asking me questions when it wasn't the right moment for me. Thanks because with Charlotte you're the most wonderful father (even if you cuddle her a bit too much, I don't want to have a spoiled daughter!) and thanks for those letters that still can warm me up.
In the last 12 months so many things have happened… we also run the risk to have to give up our business when we've been sued, but I've always thought that in the end all this mess could be solved because now our lives are indissolubly bond, and we can face everything if we are together, we make a good team, remember?
Finally by now all this seems to be passed out, thanks to this society from Adelaide, but I'm a bit sorry you have to stay away for days looking for contracts. I'm even more upset today because you're away for your birthday! Luckily, if everything goes in the right way, this one might be the last time, then we'll walk with our legs.
I also know that in a few months we'll have someone else to feed (and if the bub will be like its father we'll need a lot of food to feed him –or her!-) and I won't work full time for a while, but it's ok.
When I was expecting Charlotte I was scared, I was scared that my life would be completely messed up by this pregnancy. It had been, but the change was for the better, and I'm not scared anymore.
Once your mother told me that have children to take care of keeps you young, in fact I feel like a teenager! God knows what… perhaps… our kids in some months could have a cousin to play with, now that Tess and Nick are finally together…
Today surely my mind is somewhere else… I'm wanting so badly for you to come home, I've even had hallucinations… I can hear your Ute approaching, but it's not… I guess it's logical, I mean, this is the first birthday of yours that we celebrate together… last year I was still in hospital… and sure as a hell I don't wanna spent the day with Meg in the kitchen!! (She asked me to help her, then she kicked me off the room because I was making a mess…)
Come back soon
I love you
Claire
I hope you enjoyed this. I did like writing each character's response to the events, figuring what would they think or write in those circumstances. Playing with characters actually. If I succeeded, let me know. I'd greatly appreciated.
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