Wednesday 25th December, 2002
I know you don’t like new technology, SMS, e-mails or anything of the sort. So I thought i’d write to you. It’s lonely here without you, dad works all day and I’m at home alone.Christmas was boring without you.
This guitar is sick! I have no idea how to play but I’m glad you thought of me even though you were ill, I’ll learn how to play quickly and soon my serenading will make you better.
Your loving son
Saturday 4th January, 2003
Happy New Year!
I hope the nurses decorated your ward nicely and everyone had a great time. Dad and I spent our New Year with the Tsuki’s, they were really nice. We ate sushi and tempura prawn from a bento box that Mrs Tsuki made us while we watched the fireworks, it was nice but I couldn’t help but feel like we shouldn’t be celebrating without you. I played “Wonderwall” for them and they all drunkenly appraised me.
Please respond to this letter, I miss you.
Monday 17th February, 2003
Dad won’t let me see you. It was your birthday on Sunday and he wouldn’t let me visit you, I made a cool card and everything! He doesn’t listen to me, he’s always working and now I can’t even wish you happy birthday! Did something happen between you two? I just want to see you! Why can’t I see you? I think I’m going to confront him and if he doesn’t let me see you, he won’t be seeing me for a long time. Do you think I could live with you at the hospital?
Why haven’t you responded?
I love you
Tuesday 18th February, 2003
Mum, please don’t let me stay with him anymore.
He locked me in my room, as soon as I mentioned your name he started crying and told me to shut up. What have I done wrong, Mama? Can I please come and see you, I’ll play you a song on the guitar. Sometimes I cry for hours thinking about you and the only thing that can calm me is this song, “Such Great Heights” the Iron and Wine version, I think you’d like it Mama. The Tsuki’s came over again with gifts, although I’m not sure why they’re crying too.
I miss you, why don’t you respond?
Please come home.
Thursday 25th December, 2003
I didn’t know you were dead.
One year passes quickly when you don’t pay attention to it, and I barely made it without you. I found some pictures of you from high school with your guitar, is that why you wanted me to have one? Apparently you had cancer and didn’t tell anyone until you couldn’t hide it anymore. Dad kept all the letters I wrote, I don’t know why he didn’t tell me! I learnt how to play “Such Great Heights” and I play it whenever I think of you. I hope we meet again one day. So I can show you how well I can play.
Your loving son