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“If you’re reading this… Then that means I’m not around anymore.
It probably wasn’t my choice either, freak accident or maybe it was simply my time, though only you and family would know. Hopefully my death isn’t painful… I sound selfish, don’t I? Hoping my death isn’t painful, but is to others and you, mourning me.
You already knew how existential I was to begin with however, too self aware of my own life, limits, and choices. Talked about death like it was an old friend. People called me crazy, but you never did. You just sat there, not agreeing nor disagreeing. Anytime I started losing sight of myself, you were there to hold me, and rant about the things you liked. To anyone else, that was selfish, talking about things that I would have no interest in, but to us? You were grounding me, making sure I didn’t go off the deep-end.
I hope that — if grief hasn’t claimed your soul already — that you could at least be at my funeral, whether I’m in a casket or simply throwing my ashes in the snow. I’m… not writing this in hopes you can forgive me, however I died, but more of a reassurance that, no matter what, Melody, I hope you know how much I lo–”