I can tell from here that you’ve found the letter, and I hope it explains why I declined the all the radiation and chemotherapy treatments. I wish I could tell you in person, but then we’d miss the whole point of me dying.
Which is – your happiness.
I’ve been sad for years. You knew it, I knew it and neither of us knew what to do. The world got super-tiring and all I wanted to do was stay in my house, wrapped in a blanket. I know that wasn’t the life for you, though. You had always plans, goals, dreams. Some of them involved me, some of them didn’t. And that’s okay.
I became a burden.
I’m actually glad I’m not there in person, because I’d see the argument rise in your eyes at that statement. No, you’re not, you’d say. But the conviction wouldn’t be there.
Trust me, now that I’m here, I see and know a lot more than I did on Earth.
To be honest, I was relieved to get the cancer diagnosis. It seemed like the most graceful exit I could make. We were young enough that you could still live a great, full life after I’d gone.
With someone else who I know would be perfect for you.
I know, I know. It’s all very macabre and I remember you getting angry the first time I suggested you two ending up together after I was gone. I was surprised at your reaction, so I never really mentioned it again.
But, now…I’ve got all the time in the world to make this happen. And I’ve got resources here that you can’t even imagine, sweetheart.
So, honey, I’m going to give you some time to grieve and get yourself right, and then, I’m going to be your heavenly matchmaker.