"Never had such pain consumed me in my earliest years upon this earth. Had nature not been so cruel I'd surely have stayed in order to raise my dear winged cherub. In my final hours I surely conclude that in my absence there will be no tear nor mumble for many years to come. In wake of my death, I hope to look upon those whom love me, not as a living being, but as spectre. A kind poltergeist to help guide my son through the difficult task that is existence. Though my life, slept away early amongst the midst of consumption, I abstain from weeping.
A single locket I leave to my beloved, whom often left my bedside to partake in poorly hidden affairs. To my son, my possessions, and the ring given to me as a child. Should my grave grow cold with lack of care, place me under a growing tree."
Not a single foreshadowing of my death had tormented the mind of my late husband until further towards my ultimate demise. I know he did not go to many lengths to care for me, despite his most inamorate amount of wealth. For that he may suffer the soul curdling reality of guilt. For he did not respect me, his wife, the mother of his children. My only concern is for my cherub, But ultimately this letter should be read to him once he is ready.
The blood that fills my lungs had not a chance of overpowering me years ago, far before I had slipped into the death sentence that is consumption. My body then, strong, my mind, stronger. But in time, all things die, or crumble. It is my greatest hope to have taught those around me to love, and accept when it's time to give up the reigns of ideas foreign to what the mind can handle.
Not a single foreshadowing of my death had tormented the mind of my late husband until further towards my ultimate demise. I know he did not go to many lengths to care for me, despite his most inamorate amount of wealth. For that he may suffer the soul curdling reality of guilt. For he did not respect me, his wife, the mother of his children. My only concern is for my cherub, But ultimately this letter should be read to him once he is ready.
The blood that fills my lungs had not a chance of overpowering me years ago, far before I had slipped into the death sentence that is consumption. My body then, strong, my mind, stronger. But in time, all things die, or crumble. It is my greatest hope to have taught those around me to love, and accept when it's time to give up the reigns of ideas foreign to what the mind can handle.
