to whom this finds.

Long is the hour in which this brings you, and my most sincere prayer is that it finds you better than you shsll find me. You see, in its arrival, this form denotes a most unusual demise of a man often left forgotten and neglected. This letter tells you that I am soon to be no more.

Now you see, this letter is not just the jubilant announcement of my earth end, but instead is a most unusual beginning to a beautiful game. Enclosed you will find the first of a series of clues you most use to seek and find the possessions most beloved by me, as secured by those I most love. It is your task to convince these people to part with their piece of our history in order to unlock the resting place of all the treasurers of accumulated during my time on this earth.

While I am confident that this elaborate production will secure you attentions from the start, the challenges are daunting and could be quick to dissuade you. And so I remind that at the end of this puzzling rain is you’ll find my treasures but also the the joys of all that I have been or hoped to be. As you plod through the clues, be sure to take the time to see just the piece of me you made, and the story we told together. For you see, my friend, as you seek the end of the road, you will review the life I’ve lived and life I’ve made along the way. And somewhere along that way, there wag your.

So, dear friend, embark on the task to review all that I was. I beg your kindness and forgiveness as you venture though this bout of narcissism, but pray you know it is my hope for you to see within you the spark that fueled my love of you. I pray that you see the glow your light has shed for me on the darkened path I walked. I pray you see yourself a moment for all that I’ve seen in you.

Good luck my loved one.

And goodnight.

There are many ways to say goodbye. You can say ‘farewell’ or ‘safe travels.’ You can simply say ‘see you later’ or ‘have a great day.’ Yet with almost every common farewell, they are wishing you a happy future. Translate ‘goodbye.’ There’s good in it. Good wishings. Good luck. It’s wishing for you to have good in the future they will not be in. ‘Safe travels.’ Stay safe on the road ahead. Maybe sure you be careful. We wish you the best of luck. It’s almost always a wish for good.

There are many ways to show someone goodbye. A hug. A kiss on the cheek. Just a few words. Maybe a party, like the one I’m inviting you to.

There are many ways to express goodbye. And how you express it is something you can choose. You can choose tears, joy, frustration, anger. And I’m blessed that all of you decided to choose ‘good’ and ‘joy’ when wishing me ahead. You wish me away well and with happiness. That helps motivate me to strive for it.

I invite you to make my farewell full of this. A party to celebrate the next chapter, not mourn the last one. I would love for you to attend.

With love and happiness, Sarah Johnson.

Tears streaming down my face, “As I go on this next step, I want to say how much I appreciate every helpful, loving, caring, person surrounding me. You guys are so very special to me. Though this may be hard, I feel God pulling me forward in my journey. Forever and forever will we celebrate.” This—Closure—was what I needed.

A long time ago, I got an unknown message, “Forever and forever will we celebrate,” not knowing it was the last message from my mom before passing. No clue, how she sent it, or why—it was unknown. But that day stained my life, not all the best, but that quote got me through so much.

“Forever and forever,” Me and my friends chanted, putting our hands in a circle then letting our hands go up saying ‘Go team.’

_ This is the last time I’d see these people and I didn’t know how to feel about that. _

TW ‼️- mention of su!c!de and Self h@rm

Ya know Ive written this letter a countless number of times. Nothing ever feels right. I mean my life never feels right either. At this point what choice do I have but to end it. Killing yourself is easy. But have I ever stopped and thought, how many times I’ve tried? No, who would truly think about it that much? I do. I think about it every single day. Life is only the depths of hell and the pain is only a mirror reflection. For I was made this way not by accident but by fate. When I look in the darkness I see myself staring back at me. When I cross the street I watch the other kids smiling. When I cut my arms I watch the blood soak my skin. When I end my life it will lead to a new beginning. When I die so sad, yet feel so happy. When I stare at my sisters crying at my tragedy. My heart breaks, my mind stops, my soul aches, and my stomach drops. The life I live, never mattered… no one matters. If you truly think about it we’re just a big rock in a supposed “space” so anything is truly possible. Anything meaning everything. I’ll die and die again until someone finally realizes that you can’t save a broken angel. The bell cracked and the wings fell, and so did my hope. Although I love my mom for everything she’s done and been, if I truly want to end this suffering. There most likely is only one way…

Goodbye…I can’t truly kill my self, but…

I give up,

I’m no longer trying.

Your on your own.

I’m so sorry.

Hey there,

I hope this message finds you well. It's with a heavy heart that I write to you today. Life has a way of taking us on unexpected journeys, and unfortunately, I find myself at a crossroads. I wanted to let you know that I'll be leaving soon, embarking on a new chapter of my life.

Leaving behind the place I've called home and the people I hold dear is no easy task. The memories we've created together, the laughter, the tears, and the countless moments of joy will forever be etched in my heart. Each one of you has played a significant role in shaping who I am today, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

To bid farewell and honor the beautiful connections we've built, I would like to invite you all to a final farewell party. It's a chance for us to come together one last time, to reminisce, and to celebrate the cherished moments we've shared. It'll be a night filled with mixed emotions, as we say our goodbyes and wish each other well on our separate paths.

The venue will be transformed into a space that reflects the memories we've made. Soft, twinkling lights will illuminate the room, symbolizing the stars that have watched over us throughout our time together. The night sky has always held a special place in my heart, and it serves as a reminder that no matter where we go, we'll always be connected by the same vast universe.

Thank you for being a part of my life, for your unwavering support, and for the countless memories we've created together. Though I may be physically moving on, please know that you will always hold a special place in my heart.

With heartfelt gratitude, Sophia.

I suppose, this is it. This is the end. My final chapter. Life has let me go. Time has given up. What a strange feeling, to be on the verge of death. It sounds contradictory, worrisome even, but I've never felt more alive.

When I'm gone, remember me, but not too often.

Remember me when you catch a sunset, or see a planet in the sky. Remember me when you sip an iced coffee, or feel a strong embrace. Remember me by the scent of the ocean, or the sweetness of a lilac.

Think of me fondly, without much regret.

My life has come to a standstill in the never-ending cycle of birth and death. I have run my course. I have finished the race.

My time has come to say farewell.

Remember me, as I fade into oblivion.

Welcome we are here to celebrate the life of Cindy M, she lead a very exciting life filled with family and friends. Cindy passion for crafts, she leaves behind a huge collection of her artwork a few on display beside her coffin. Cindy’s last request upon her death is to remember her as a person who found the simple joys of life in camping and kayaking with family and friends. Cindy loved to make tamales for her everyone. Her love for her nieces, nephews and grandson. And for the love of her life, her husband, their son and her constant companion ‘dog’ Katie. Please no flowers instead donate the money to the animal shelter

So long This is the day It’s finally happening

Now, none of you were expecting this. You haven’t heard from me in years after all. Hell, you likely don’t remember who I am. None of you know me by my name. I chose it four years ago today, by the way. I think it’s lovely, even if the people who do know it won’t use it. I enjoy being me, but not with my company. And so I was hoping to see you all one last time. Say hello after a few years, meet the new children, hear of those who have died. I won’t mourn though, I’m not sure if you noticed in our very little time together, but I don’t cry. I don’t care for death, and nor should you. It’s like I’ll die, and you’ll forget about me. That’s just the fate I want, and so then I’ll be gone.

So come, we’re having a meal. There will be salads and meats and even pork crackling. And even those breadsticks you can’t stop eating. After all, I wouldn’t be Katie without myself, and only myself can pull this shit off.

To all those who receive it

It appears I am finally done with this place, and will be leaving it immediately. It’s been a fine time here, although it’s had its ups and downs, and I would like to thank each and every one of you for participating in it, or in some cases for not. As such, you are hereby invited to my first and likely last farewell party. It will be hosted in the old pre-war three-story apartment on the edge of town, and if you don’t know where to find that just go to the edge of town and find the old pre-war three-story apartment. You’ll find it.

It is critical to the proceeding, which will include a dinner and dancing, that all present bring an appropriate gift, for myself another partygoer. To ensure all the proper gifts are brought, please find the most fitting category below and bring the listed gift(s):

Assorted road acquaintances: a piece of paper with another road-friend of your’s signature.

Those to whom I ever was or came close to being engaged to: a metallic ring, of less than 11.48 Panamanian Balbos.

Long-lost friends who I just lost touch with: two pocket-sized bottles of alcoholic beverages.

Long-lost friends I swore oaths of violent revenge against: two pocket-sized firearms, loaded and prepped to fire.

Current friends: nothing. Your friendship is enough.

Current friends I swore violent oaths of revenge against: nothing. Don’t plan on leaving quickly.

The families of deceased persons erroneously sent invitations: a cubic inch of corpse matter, each.

Strangers that received inviting by mistake: a cyan coat, with all sleeves intact.

My dear family members: an article of clothing, of any sort.

Soldiers who occupied my hometown during the war: some sort of war loot. No hard feelings.

Childhood/business acquaintances surprised I remembered them: 7% of your liquid resources.

Ms. Anita from six grade math: one of your old floor pillows from the classroom, if you still have them.

Anyone else: a small amount of money and something of sentimental value to you. The value of the latter will be used to judge how much you cared, and the former will be assessed with a complex algorithm to determine how wealthy you are.

Sincerely, for the last time, Val

TW: ✝️ ////////\\\\\

To whom it may concern,

You are hereby cordially invited to my grand departure from this intolerable crumbling world.

You are not expected to show, so there is no need to RSVP.

You’ve never been there for me anyway, so why start now?

The funeral will be a celebration of my moving on into the afterlife…

Yes, you read that right. I am already dead! Of course, as you read this, I am more alive than I’ve ever been.

Do not pretend to miss me. Had you missed me, you would have been there for my life. Do not pretend to yearn for me now that I am gone.

I do hope that you join me, both at this event and where I am going.

I want you to see the joy on their faces, as the dirt hits my casket.

They know that the grave is broken for me. Death was slain by the Life. My rotting eyes will one day fill with light. Oh, God, that’ll be one hell of a sight.

If you decide to show up, look into the eyes of the Bride, see the beauty and light within them. Notice that she does not weep for me.

I say this farewell, with the utmost certainty… that though I had been found unworthy, the Blood of that Most Precious Lamb has saved me.

There’s nothing in this world that I want more for you… but that you would only believe.

With hope everlasting,

A Canvas Torn