December 8, 2018

Dear Uncle Don,

I never really new you but I have been told stories about you that makes me feel like I knew you like you were my best friend. It was so sad when I heard that you died but I know that you are In a better place. We all miss you. Your brother misses you a lot too. I have only been to the cabins once when you were there and I never really talked to you so much and I think that was the first time that I had met you to where I remember. This year for deer hunting we got 6 deers in total. You probably already know that but It still is cool to say. I don´t think that I have ever had so much fun up at the cabins as I did this year. Everyone was always laughing especially when we talked about you. I was told that you were hilarious and that you were always talking. My dad told me that you were pretty much always drunk but not the bad kind where you were drunk because you were depressed. And he told me that If you weren’t talking and really quite you were ... Read more

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December 8, 2018

Mom,

I know you are not dead and the point of this is to right letters to dead people but I´m my heart you feel dead. I feel like you are really dead inside and that it´s hard to live in this world. I hope that Charlotte brings a new light into your life that gives you reason to live again and that you can be a better mother for her than you were for Aidan and I. I just want to let you know that I love you more than you could ever know and that I just want to see you again and hug you and never let go. When I was three I saw you as my hero but when I was four and you and dad got a divorce I didn’t anymore. Now here I am at 13 and I hardly ever see you and my sister. There are so many questions I have for you that are for only you. I can ask anyone else because no one would ever understand. I think that Is one of the many reasons why I am depressed and suicidal because of everything Aidan and I were put through at ... Read more

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December 7, 2018

Dear Freddie Mercury,

You’re a champion. Legend.

Young fan
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December 5, 2018

Dear dad,

You aren’t really dead, but you are dead to me. You couldn’t just accept that your oldest daughter is a lesbian, and who goes against all of your rules because you ruined my childhood. You instead, dragged my mom through a divorce (not because I was gay, you didn’t even know then, no you had a divorce because you CHEATED ON HER), you blamed my sisters, my mom, and even me before you even thought of blaming yourself, and you won’t hesitate to talk shit about my mom in front of my YOUNGER sisters. You’re a piece of crap and I hate that I’m related to you, and share some characteristics with you, I wish you were never in my life. Because of you, I didn’t have a childhood, and I grew up hating myself because you raised me to try to reach the highest things, even when you knew I couldn’t. You talked about me behind my back when I was busy with school work, which you PUSHED ME TO, and you talked to my sisters? How fucked up do you have to be to say bad things about someone’s older sister when she isn’t even there to ... Read more

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December 4, 2018

Dear Kevin,

I hate you. Not YOU exactly, but I hate the things you did. You couldn’t stay away from it all, could you? You had to drag my dad into stuff, didn’t you? You had to ignore everyone begging you to stop. You had to keep going until you died. I hate you so much for that. You died, and left everyone (my dad, mostly) a wreck. My Dad went crazy when you died. I think I did, too. I have so much more to say, and not the right words to express it with. Are you happy?

-K.M.
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November 27, 2018

Queridas pessoas que já se foram,

Todo dia eu penso como seria se meu irmão não estivesse mais aqui, a vida é um estragos de dedos, um sopro, uma piscada de olhos, eu penso se um dia as pessoas que já morreram pudessem voltar pra terra, pra dizer pelo menos um olá, as pessoas não se despedem quando vão morrer, a nossa última palavra sempre pode ser algo inesperado ou inútil, eu realmente espero que um dia as pessoas possam voltar pra podermos trocar as últimas palavras, ou que criem um meio de comunicação com os mortos (como cartas) para podermos nos expressar e dizer um olá pela última vez.

Beijos, Emilly
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November 27, 2018

Dear Molly,

I honestly don’t know if you’re dead or not. So I suppose I shouldn’t be writing this letter as if you were. But I know that everyone writing these is feeling something, and sharing it with a small part of the world, and I know I need to be okay with feeling too, so here we are. I only saw you once, for a few hours, at a Sabrina Carpenter concert of all things. I hardly remember now—it was two years ago, after all, and at the time you didn’t seem important. You were nice, and I liked you, but it wasn’t until a good time after the concert that I realized how… connected we were, I guess. I thought about you a lot, and still do; to this day I don’t know what it is that brought me to think of you so much, and everything happened so long ago that even if I could go back to that night, I’m not sure I’d recognize what pulled me towards you afterwards. Am I doing this wrong? Everyone else seems to be writing to dead people they actually knew, and know for sure that they’re dead, ... Read more

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November 27, 2018

Dear Molly,

I honestly don’t know if you’re dead or not. So I suppose I shouldn’t be writing this letter as if you were. But I know that everyone writing these is feeling something, and sharing it with a small part of the world, and I know I need to be okay with feeling too, so here we are. I only saw you once, for a few hours, at a Sabrina Carpenter concert of all things. I hardly remember now—it was two years ago, after all, and at the time you didn’t seem important. You were nice, and I liked you, but it wasn’t until a good time after the concert that I realized how… connected we were, I guess. I thought about you a lot, and still do; to this day I don’t know what it is that brought me to think of you so much, and everything happened so long ago that even if I could go back to that night, I’m not sure I’d recognized what pulled me towards you afterwards. Am I doing this wrong? Everyone else seems to be writing to dead people they actually knew, and know for sure that they’re dead, ... Read more

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November 25, 2018

Dear Jo,

I know that what you need was necessary. I know it was what needed to be done. I’m not doubting you on that. But we all miss you, we really do.

Everyone’s ok, I promise. Tyree got married. I know that would break your heart if you were still here, but maybe now it will make you smile. Finn’s back at his job, but he still treats dumb college kids who get hurt. Being a doctor wasn’t for him, he would much rather be an English professor. Alan and I are just fine, everything is good with us. Kendra, Jack, and little baby Nakiti are beyond wonderful. Raven and August are happy, and expecting. Your brother will be an amazing father, I know he will. We don’t know where your father is, Jo. He left the day you left. But your mom is fine, she’s doing better now. I hope you found Naomi, wherever you are. Oh, Moon says hi. I think he misses you too.

We love you Jo, and I haven’t given up on the book. I’m going to tell your story I promise. I’m going to write about what happened and the world is going to know. ... Read more

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November 25, 2018

Dear Peter,

when you died, it opened my eyes. I really wish I acted more maturely when I saw you when I was at your house. I know that in fact, you weren’t scary, you were just really miserable. You were depressed, and I should’ve seen that and understand, because of all people, I should know what a depressed parent looks like. I know that when I was a child, my behaviour could be excused, but not now. I shouldn’t have acted the way I would when I came to your house, like you were creepy and I was afraid. Your wife misses you greatly. When I came to visit my best friend for the first time after you died, her mom was there, and you could see how much her face has changed. She looked older, so much older, as if she became old overnight. I acted dumb and unnaturely because it was such a shock to see her that way. She would smile with her mouth, but her eyes had this blank stare. Sara acts normal around me. It’s really weird, but she really doesn’t show that much emotion. She has buried it inside her and hopes it will stay that way ... Read more

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