"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 just learned the news about your departure to another -I hope much better- place.

I’m writing because I feel you should know that even though I wasn’t really aware of your greatness when I was younger, when I watched The perks of being a wallflower for the first time -and fell in love with the story right away- , the scene in the pickup where Charlie is taking a ride with his friends, the friends he loves more than anything, the ones who make him happier than anyone in the world, when your song “Heroes” starts playing on the radio, well, when I watched that I simply felt infinite. That’s when I decided to read the book and right after that I went to the bookstore to find another good piece of writing, another story that would make me feel sad, and happy, and melancholic, I found Love Letters to the Dead.

See, for me everything fits in a perfectly designed place, I don’t necessarily believe in a particular God -even though I was raised a catholic-, but I believe all things hapen for a reason, even terrible things. I don´t know, this may sound a little corny but ... Read more

Tomorrow is a week since you left. I feel like saying what really happens makes it true. That you’re gone and not coming back. I liked you for the longest time and cried when you tried to commit a week before you did. And then you appeared out of no where saying you were fine. I was so mad. So mad. I cared so much about you and you ignored me. I wanted to be the one to help you. I wanted to be the one to make you feel safe. A few days later you said you finally came out of the closet and I said that’s brave and I’m proud. And you ignored me again. You finally actually talked back to me. I was happy. You said a few days later that your girlfriend left you because you said you liked guys and girls. You said everyone hated you. But I didn’t. I never did. It was like I didn’t exsist to you. You didn’t think that you had me. Well you did. I don’t know why I even care. You never cared about me. You stopped talking to me. I was so mad. I opened up ... Read more

Quando o senhor se foi, eu tinha 7 anos. Nós não estávamos na mesma cidade. Eu lembro do telefone tocando, da minha madrinha atendendo, olhando-me e anunciando: “o vovô morreu”. Eu não posso dizer o que senti naquela época porque eu não tenho certeza se podia compreender o que aquelas três palavras queriam dizer. Mas, sabe, depois de um tempo eu senti bastante. Tenho poucas lembranças, mas a mais nítida foi de certa vez em que o senhor me deixou usar um martelo para fazer cacos. O senhor improvisou um martelo para poder fazer o mesmo, já que a única ferramenta eficaz para o serviço estava comigo e eu estava mais brincando do que qualquer outra coisa. O senhor me mimou dessa vez e eu quero ter mais lembranças que essa, mas não tenho. A mamãe ficou bem triste com a sua partida, como era de se esperar. Ela viajou até onde o senhor estava, mas não o encontrou com vida. Temos fotos do seu velório. Deu para notar que o senhor era bem querido porque as pessoas nas fotos parecem realmente afetadas com a sua partida. A minha avó também sente muito a sua falta, mas ela poderia ser ... Read more

And it’s funny because i thought i knew you but it turns out i never knew you never even had a glimpse. and i get it you’re growing up, and you’re changing but this isnt one of those times where you stray so far From where you’re supposed to be and find yourself exactly where you’re meant to be, no this is you straying into oblivion and of course i’d go to hell and back to save you, but you’re not letting me. I dont know why, maybe because you need to save yourself first, but all i know is I’m beating on these walls and knocking on all the doors waiting for you to let me in because you blocked me out the one person i was sure wouldn’t and it’s funny because i let you in i was deceived by your pretense of innocence being young doesnt make you innocent i realized this now i hoped i could save you from feeling everything i’ve felt the loneliness the sadness the feeling of not belonging the feeling of being unloved the feeling of everyone seeming better than you but you didn’t let me. I guess that’s my constant flaw. i want to save the people who don’t want to be saved, the ones who enjoy being a walking travesty. i dont know why i’m so addicted to this, of getting my heart crushed, but i find myself always coming back ... Read more

You were my mentor for years. I looked up to you for so long. Before the sickness overrode your abilities, you had the most marvelous voice, a love for English, a dry sense of humor, a passion for people, and a fiery attitude even death couldn’t extinguish. In church, Carla gave me the solo you sang before you fell ill. She told me you would have loved it. I almost cried singing it because I hoped it would make you proud. I keep your nametag in my choir folder for support when I’m nervous. I never got the chance to tell you my goal was to become an English major to teach or write books. My English teachers say they’ve never seen a student with so much potential and determination. I wish I had more time with you to tell you and get advice from you. I know you’re not suffering anymore, but it still hurts knowing that I will never be able to see you in the seats anymore. If only I had a few more hours with you before you went. I suppose I’ll see you eventually. Tell your mother I say hi and send my love.

I have never ever meet you and i hope it’s all good with you. But all i have ever heard of you and seen of you it seems like your a really nice, kind and funny person. I really adore you and you are a rolemodel for me. My parents doesn’t like it when i talk about you because i talk about you too much. They don’t care that much when i talk about you because they think i’m crazy. But i think i’m not. But i’m just in love for once.

I never got to meet you even before i was born because you went away too fast.. I just want to thank you for being an incredible father to my mom and always being there for her when she needs you. Mom told me good things about you but sadly, you passed away even before i was born into this world. I wonder what it would be like if you are still alive right now. Even though i didn’t get to meet you, i just want to say that i love you and i know that you are in a better place in heaven now. You are watching me from above and protecting me from the bad people around me. Grandfather, i will always love you.

I remember after you died I had to go clean up your house. There were so many memories for my Mother and my Grand mother in that house. I didn’t know you had pancreatic cancer until after you died. But when I was helping out my mother and grandmother fix up the house, I saw how upset they were getting rid of some of the old memories that have been in that house since the early 1900’s. I decided to keep one of your shirts. I still wear it to bed sometimes when it’s really cold. And your favorite recliner is at my uncles house, all fixed up. The children love it. And every year the family walks the Pancreatic cancer walk for you. But we also had to let the house go, but we kept what mattered most. I wish there was something we could’ve done, but the family misses you, even if some did try to take your money. I love you.

burn in hell, i hope you’re suffering right now. i don’t care if i loved you once. I realised you weren’t worth the heartache you caused me and i’m glad you were miserable.

I know this is kind of weird ( I mean, your a cat. You can’t read) but I felt like you were an important part of my life. I remember the day I heard you purring weird, and told my mom. Me being a child, she kinda just brushed it off. Months later, she noticed you purring weird and I remember telling her you were purring and you were fine. The next day, on your vet visit, you were diagnosed with a rare heart disease in cats. You always wore kind of a smile on your face and stuck your little tounge out. Years later, you are still remembered as the “nice cat” (considering Breyer was always, and still is, kind of a jerk) and we all still love you. Rest in peace, Sammie Sam.