"Hey, baby.
Surprise. I know this probably feels a little bit morbid... But I just hate the idea that I'm not gonna be there to see Ты freak out over turning 30. I mean, it kills me not to be there. Heh-heh. That's funny. Okay. No, it's not. You're gonna be so impressed. I have a plan, baby. Can Ты believe it? I've written Ты letters. Letters that will be coming to Ты all sorts of ways. I waited till your birthday. I figured Ты weren't stepping out of the house for a while. Letter number one will be arriving tomorrow. Now, Ты must do what I say, okay? Don't try to figure out how the letters are coming. It's too brilliant and it'll ruin my plan. Just go along with me on this. Because the thing is, I just can't say goodbye yet. So for starters. I want Ты to get dolled up, and just go out and celebrate tonight. Go out with your girlies. I hereby free Ты from a party with your family, especially your mom. Oh, man, your mom's there, isn't she? Mm. Shit. Sorry, Patricia. It isn't that I don't Любовь you, but she needs to get a little crazy. So have a slice of the bloody cake, put on your dress and get out of the apartment. Denise, make a plan. Just leave me with John, okay? And know that wherever I am, I'm missing you. Happy birthday.
I Любовь you."

Save yourself bruises and buy yourself a bedside lamp. And remember, a disco diva must look her best. Go buy yourself a knock-out outfit. You'll need it for when my Далее letter comes. And I know Ты hate your job, but I'll help. Look for a sign. You'll know what to do.
P.S. I Любовь you.

Holly.
Go on disco diva! Karaoke this month. Perform and Ты never know, Ты might be rewarded...
P.S. I Любовь you.

My leather куртка is for you. I always loved the way that looked on you. But the rest of my stuff, Ты don't need it. Make some Космос in that bloody apartment for yourself. Go on. It's time, baby.
P.S. I Любовь you.

Hey, Big Mama.
Make sure my baby has a good time. Make sure Ты and John do everything Ты wanna do, whenever Ты wanna do it. And make sure my baby does things. I want Ты to take her fishing. And be sure to give yourself a big, sweaty pony-boy Kiss from me.

Denise, take падуб, holly, холли to Whelan's, my Избранное pub. There's beautiful Музыка to be heard, beautiful people to be around. And Denise, you're going to heaven for being my baby's friend. I'm making all the arrangements up here for you. Got a few hot men lined up. I hear Ben Franklin's hung like a racehorse.
Любовь you.

To my Galway Girl:
You're an Энджел for seeing my folks. I told Ты my mom didn't hate your guts. Well, Ты know, anymore. Ты are now standing in my fort, where I did all my big thinking. This is where I stood thinking about Ты after the very first time we met. Ты didn't look real to me at first. I never saw so many Цвета on one girl before... But Ты looked like Ты belonged out there, all right. Ты and all your colors. Do Ты remember the first thing Ты ever сказал(-а) to me? ("I'm lost.") Oh, Ты didn't look lost, not to me. At first, the no-talking thing didn't last. Before long, I couldn't get Ты to shut up. But Ты were so cute, trying to impress me with William Blake and all your grand plans. I had no idea what Ты were talking about... I didn't have a clue, actually. I loved Ты right then and there. Life had changed as I knew it. And now it's changed again, love. See, I don't worry about Ты remembering me... It's that girl on the road Ты keep forgetting. "My business is to create. It doesn't even matter what Ты do." Ты told me that, remember? P.S. So go home. Go find it. Find that thing that makes Ты like nobody else. I'll help. Look for a sign.

Dear Holly,
I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be Главная soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane или make Ты buy a lamp, Ты can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell Ты how much Ты Переместить me, how Ты changed me. Ты made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... Literally. If Ты can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, или unsure, или Ты lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank Ты for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. Ты made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in Любовь again. Watch out for that signal, when life as Ты know it ends.
P.S. I will always Любовь you.

Dear Gerry,
Ты сказал(-а) Ты wanted me to fall in Любовь again... And maybe one день I will, but there are all kinds of Любовь out there. This is my one and only life... And it's a great and terrible and short and endless thing... And none of us come out of it alive. I don't have a plan except that it's time my mom laughed again. She's never seen the world. She's never seen Ireland, so I'm taking her back to where we started. Maybe now she'll understand. I don't know how Ты did it, but Ты brought me back from the dead. I'll write to Ты again soon.
P.S. Guess what.