"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I don’t know if you’ll read this but I want to thank you. Thank you for your incredible book: Your words made me laugh, your words made my cry.. it’s amazing and I’m totally touched. I read the whole book today and I got it as a birthday present of my brother yesterday. I am the youngest child of the family (with 16 years) and I know how it is to want to be like the bigger sister.. In the name of all of us who read it: Thank you really really much. And please stay writing books like “Love Letters to the dead.” I adore you. Love

There were a lot of things you loved: writing, music, the way it felt to lay over the tin roof of the shed in the backyard, and the way it felt to fly even when you were perfectly grounded. You held life like water but crumbled when it slipped through your hands. I knew things weren’t okay. You weren’t as happy as you could have been but I tried to break through to you, I tried to make the ocean you were always drowning in beautiful and it was the least I could have done. Rough wasn’t enough to explain you- no- you were feathers rubbed the wrong way, you were a song with no music, you were the sky with no clouds. I could only imagine the hell- the purgatory. I wanted Father to love you like you wanted him too. I knew that was too hard for him to do but you didn’t and I should have told you. But you were a girl and I was a woman, I didn’t want you to grow up so fast. It wasn’t the drugs; let’s just admit that now while we still have the chance. No the way he looked ... Read more

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You know that I adored you, and that I looked up to you. And yet, I was terrified of you, in some way. You wore black, you liked the bands I would later come to love, but when I knew you, you were so different from me. I remember the days we would spend, sitting together all day. And when the sunlight made your blonde hair look angelic, it almost made me want to cry, because you weren’t angelic at all, but you looked like you were young again there. You would always quote things to me, from songs, or the singers. Two of your favourites were in the book, Love Letters to the Dead. Both from Kurt Cobain. “I hate mom, I hate dad, dad hates mom, mom hates dad, it simply makes you want to be sad.” and the other ” I think I love people too much, so much that it makes me feel so fucking sad.” and Amy Winehouse…. ” I told you I was trouble, you know I’m no good.” You said that about yourself to me. And though maybe in my deepest heart I believed, it was like you became that statement. Was ... Read more

Queria dizer que tudo isso vai passar como um passe de mágica. Queria fazer passar essa dor. Queria te dar esperanças. A única coisa que posso é dizer que eu estou aqui, quando precisar de alguém pra ouvir você falar das suas idiotices.

Sabes algo me arrepiento muchísimo de ya no haberte contado sobre mis cosas los últimos dos o quizá màs años de tu vida como lo hacia antes, también me dolió mucho no haberme despedido de ti cuando te fuiste. Aunque la diabetes te arrebato la vista nunca dejaste de luchar y de ser la mujer màs alegre que he conocido, yo alguna vez en mi vida supe el dolor tan grande que te causaba no ver a a mi y a tus demás bisnietos crecer. Pero sabes una cosa todavía recuerdo cuando jugábamos en la sala de casa de mi abuela y te acostabas boca abajo solo para jugar conmigo y también recuerdo el arroz con leche que hacías. Te extraño màs que nunca, todavía recuerdo la ultima vez que hable contigo y cuando colgué pedí con todas mis fuerzas al cielo que te dejara conmigo que todavía no era el tiempo para irte que dentro de un mes seria mi cumpleaños nùmero 13 y quería que estuvieras conmigo, y después caí al suelo llorando. Te fuiste un 22 de diciembre recuerdo que esa fue la navidad màs triste de todas las navidades. Pero desde aquel día te recuerdo con mucho cariño y ... Read more

Sabes? a veces me siento una completa egoísta por que mi ultimo deseo cuando estabas junto a mi era que siguieras para mi cumpleaños, solo una semana despues de tu muerte ahi estaba, sola, llorando en tu tumba que no estabas conmigo, que me habias dejado sola y ni si quiera alguien se digno a decir FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS hubiera sido ironico por que de feliz no tenia nada.

La verdad que luego de un año te sigo extrañando y culpandome por muchas cosas que no hice bien el ultimo tiempo, por ejemplo irme a casa de papá, lo siento no debi dejarte sola, pero ya no lo soportaba, no podia verte como el cancer te consumia, ni si quiera veia algo de cariño en tus ojos cuando me mirabas, sinceramente dudo que tuvieras la fuerza para hacerlo, o quizas ni si quiera tenias el interes en demostrar que podrias seguir adelante. Ambas sabiamos que no seria así.

Mamá te amo, mas que a nadie, aun que no fui la mejor hija y te enojaste cuando no te espere luego de esa operación, estaba cansada ¿Era posible que estuviera mas cansada que tú? Probablemente no, estabas mal lo sé. Solo queria volver a ... Read more

I’m sorry I was never there, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I blame myself everyday. Mom says it’s not my fault, but I don’t believe her. It was my fault, I knew you were being picked on about your sexuality, you told me not to tell anyone about you being picked on but I should’ve. You still would’ve been here if I told someone. The day I saw you there hanging, I couldn’t breathe. I felt like my world had just been torn apart. You meant everything to me Brendon. You were my only friend, the only one I could trust. I can’t even celebrate our birthday anymore. On our birthday the only thing I do is go to your grave and set down flowers. This year, I’m going to go to New York, and put flowers there. I live in L.A. now. Do you know how hard that is? Not being able to have fun without feeling like crap. Sometimes I even have thoughts about ending my own life. You knew what happened with father, you knew about my drinking problem, you knew about everything. Your death made it hard for me ... Read more

Já se passaram 12 anos. E eu continuo querendo que você estivesse vivo. Queria que você tivesse visto cada uma das minhas etapas de vida… Fundamental, ensino nédio e faculdade. É, faculdade! Sabia que eu me tornei uma jornalista? Acho que foi a única profissão que me permitiria usar toda essa sensibilidade dentro de mim. Não sei se você está no céu, se você ainda não desencarnou ou mesmo se está dormindo, mas eu queria muito poder sonhar com você de novo. Eu sei que a última vez foi um nítido adeus, mas eu sinto tanta falta! Sabe, acho que no decorrer dos anos eu acabei me perdendo dentro de mim mesma. Quer dizer, eu sempre fui uma boa pessoa, educada, estudiosa e obediente. Mas sinto que eu não me tornei quem eu gostaria de ter me tornado, se que é isso faz sentido. Sei lá, queria ser menos neurótica ou menos autoconsciente de tudo e apenas conseguir aproveitar os bons momentos sem aquela sensação chatinha de que eu não pertenço. Queria que as coisas fossem como nas histórias que você inventava pra mim. Lembra que eu deitava do seu lado a tarde e você criava vários mundos diferentes pra me fazer feliz? ... Read more

No te conocia en absoluto hasta que lei “Cartas de Amor a los muertos” . En algun momento de estos me pondre a escuchar In Utero, y las miles de canciones que Laurel mencionaba. No te teendrias que haber ido. Dejaste a tu hija inoscente sola frente al mundo. ¡La dejaste!