doctordarling:

Today I found out that you died.
You had written me a letter about how you missed watching me grow up, and how proud you were and how proud my mother would have been. You invited me to visit you, saying that if I ever had the chance to fly out and see you, you’d love to have me.
I never flew out, and I never wrote you back.
And I’ll never be able to.

I’m sorry about that.

Love,
Sweet Pea