Dear George D. Melvin,
I am sorry to inform you that your wife is dead. She died from nothing other than old age, but do not worry, she is safe. God saved her heart many years ago along with your own so you will see her again. You now live in a nursing home. Despite common thought, the people here treat you extraordinarily. They are all very nice and have the patience of a mother of a million. You are a handful. Your mind comes and goes as it pleases. I know it’s frustrating, trust me, I know. I know it’s terrifying, but just hang in there. You’re in the waiting line to heaven. Be happy that it’s such a long wait because that means many people are saved.
If a man comes into your room wearing a suit and gun, ignore him, ignore anything he has to say. He’s just a figment of your imagination (which I’ve learned is a crazy one.)
You do have a visitor though. Your daughter Emily comes to see you every Friday around noon. She is quite beautiful. She has brown eyes that sparkle and dark hair that you find comforting. She looks just like her mother and that makes you smile.
She will bring you some flowers (daisies), a kiss, and then she will read you some of your favorite book. It will be in your nightstand if you ever want to skip ahead, or read the whole thing. It’s okay if you read it through because you’ll forget the story by the next day, it’s because of the disease.
I am writing this for you to help calm you down and make sense of this world. I don’t know if it will work, but it’s worth a try. Well, good luck George. May God be with you.
Hang in there,
George D. Melvin