Letters To The Dead
'Dear Finnick,
Today Andy spoke his first word. He said Mom. I hope you don't mind the fact that I called him Andy, it's just he deserves to be remembered. Do you still remember Andy? How nice and accepting he was. I never really thanked him for it, any of it, but I should have. Anyway, I really miss him. Not as much as I miss you though, of course. I wish you never went but I can't change that. I don't even know why I'm writing this to you, your dead, gone, I'm never going to see you again and you're never going to read this, it's just sometimes it gets too much and someone suggested writing it in letters. I miss you. Andy misses you too Finnick.
He looks like you. He has your eyes, your beautiful eyes and your laugh. His face lights up whenever he laughs like yours did. He's the best son I could ask for but it hurts how much he resembles you and also how he'll never know his father. I'll tell him about you though, when he's old enough to know. Like you told me to do in that letter. I'm sorry I threw it away, I should have kept it but I didn't know what to do, I didn't understand why you had to be gone. I wanted you back so badly and I hated the fact you kept talking like there's an afterlife. You live on of course, in me, in your son just not like you used to. I better put Andy to bed now, he's looking tired. I'll write again, soon, I promise, just keep waiting. I miss you so much but I'm coping, I'm staying together for you and for our son.
All my love, your wife who still loves you and will never love anyone else,
Annie xxxxxxxxxxxx'