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Dear Death
Dear Death,
Can you understand love? I seriously doubt that you can; because, if you could, you would have looked into my mother’s eyes when she had turned around to smile at me in the car that day. You would have seen what I had seen: the affection glowing in her hazel gaze and the joy that flitted across her lips. That blissful moment before terror.
You witnessed that love shining like a headlight in our midst, yet still you made our car swerve off the road. And you wrenched my mom and dad from life’s embrace. My embrace, even though I thought I was holding on tightly enough. Why did you take them cruelly in your arms, and stalk past my brother and I? We were in the car too! I’d rather be walking hand in hand with them (wherever you took them after that day) than be left in the dust of life.
When I woke up in the hospital the next obscure morning, white-coated figures told me that they were gone. Through my tears, I made a solemn vow. It was a vow to hate you for the rest of my life. Mom and Dad, gone? You don’t understand love.
Your newest enemy,
Rose
Dear Death,
It’s been a year since I last wrote you, and I have already broken my vow. You took Grandpa yesterday, but he was different. I loved Grandpa in a way that would bring tears to anybody’s eyes. He used to tell me fantasy stories, swearing that they were real. I’d say, “you’re crazy, Grandpa!” He would look really serious and say, “What? You think I’m crazy?” then smile and wink: “maybe a little bit.” He warmed my heart so much.
Cancer, supposedly, was the murderer. But I recognized your aura in the hospital when he called me in to talk. He told me that everything was okay, giving me a smile that I had come to know as my friend. He told me that everything was all right, that there was nothing to fear from you, that he was just moving on, that I would see him in time. His words consoled me, but I cried as he gave my hand a little squeeze. Then I saw his spirit floating like a veil out of the room. I could have sworn that it winked at me.
I broke my vow, because I forgive you.
With love,
Rose
Dear Death,
It has been four years since Grandpa died. My brother has had a really hard life (as have I, for that matter). I had often seen him in his room praying, with tears in his eyes, before he left home to get a job. I guess no one answered his prayers, because I was told this morning that he was found dead after having jumped from his apartment building. This time, I shed no tears. I am beyond that now, even though my big brother is gone.
Before Grandpa called me to his sickbed, I heard him saying to my brother with a smile “teach Rose all that you know after I’m gone.” He has done so, because I’m looking at the noose that I have tied for myself, a foot in front of me. I’m almost ready to walk into your arms, just like my family. Now I have just stepped up onto the chair…
I don’t know how these letters will reach you, but I hope they do.
I want you to see what you have done.
See you soon,
Rose
Dear Rose,
I want you to know that I have read and reread your letters; they were very beautiful. Silver tears line my worn face as I watch you swing slowly like a pendulum from the rope. I also want you to know this: I’m so sorry. But your brother, he had jumped; somebody had to catch him. But I know you loved him. Your grandpa, he shook my hand as I helped him from his deathbed; he knew that it was all okay. And I know that you loved him. As for your parents, I did see that look in your mother’s eyes; and I’m so sorry that she and your father had to leave with me. I know that you loved them. But I am the deliverer; some people must be left behind as I take the others with me.
I remember your first words to me. To answer, I do understand love. I have seen so much, how could I not? But I’m glad you wrote to me and that you will be joining the ones that you care about. I look into your tranquil face and think: this is not the end, Rose.
Your friend,
Death
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Raven, I was, and still am, incredibly happy at the recognition this piece is getting, so I am commenting again to congratulate you, my very dear friend. The fact that this piece is still on the front page of teenink gives me immense joy <3
Wow. As a fan of darker pieces I am slightly impartial to this one. But even ignoring that, this was still amazing. Looking at the sorrow in each of these letters is like looking straight into Rose's eyes. I can see the pain and frustration, even without you going into full detail. Which is another thing, with these letters it could have very easily gotten to the point where they were just to much and completely unreadable. You gave Rose a cool and almost disconnected persona towards her last letter and I think you can contrast it by maybe seeing the brother's letters to Death. I'd love to read it if you do.
Great, great job
Will
Wow. As a fan of darker pieces I am slightly impartial to this one. But even ignoring that, this was still amazing. Looking at the sorrow in each of these letters is like looking straight into Rose's eyes. I can see the pain and frustration, even without you going into full detail. Which is another thing, with these letters it could have very easily gotten to the point where they were just to much and completely unreadable. You gave Rose a cool and almost disconnected persona toards her last letter and I think you can contrast it by maybe seeing the brother's letters to Death. I'd love to read it if you do.
Great, great job
Will
Wow... I actually got a few tears in my eyes with those last two letters. Can I please have your fantastic writing skills?
-Artemis
Hello, friend. Let me just say that I find it very responsible and generous of you to, as you say, "bring to light" that which you believed would benefit me. I hope you understand that I would never willingly encourage 'dangerous' messages, and I am glad you pointed out what you read in the story. It is to the God in you that I speak when I note, my thanks for your gentle concern.
'Dear Death' is told by a young child; hence the rudimentary personification. What I seek to convey through her character is not that death is "an entity worth evaluating," but that a human being's response to death is entirely valuable to explore; it is profound, constantly changing, and telling of who we are at our core. Do you see?
I am among the last to say that suicide begins a "happily ever after." But I am also the last to blame a victim of suicide for what they have done, knowing that life is tough and some feel they have no choice but to escape it. I know we can stand together to regret that. One point where I seriously disagree with you is when you say that "she and her brother would still remain worlds away from their parents." In time, they will join their parents at the side of a loving God.
Seeing that you are a faithful person, I ask you: is Death really something to be feared, or despised? For we knew that, through Christ, there is Life in Death; so what is there to mistrust?
I am grateful for your comment, and apologize for my lengthy response.
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