A Letter From Dad
My dear Cain,
I don’t have a lot of time left.
I’m dying. I can feel it.
I’m sorry to leave you so soon. I never wanted you to be alone. I thought I’d live to old age with you, but I suppose life never turns out the way you expect it to.
At least we had the time we did, right?
I’m writing this so you can have something to remember me by. Have my words when I’m no longer with you in body anymore. So you never forget how much I love you.
How you made everything bearable.
I don’t want to leave you all alone in this cruel world. This ruinous landscape where the rain carries death and no one is safe. It’s a boon that you are immune to the virus, that you don’t have to worry about the rain or infection like so many others.
I don’t know how long this shelter will hold up; nothing lasts forever. But I pray it holds for you, that you can continue to live in comfort and safety.
I hope you can find something out there you can hold onto. Something to keep you going. Because without purpose, we lose our will to carry on.
My purpose is and always has been you.
So, my son, survive. Keep on surviving.
I love you more than life. There has never been a day I regretted finding you and bringing you home with me.
You are my entire world, but I hope that I am not yours, that you can move on from my passing and create a new world.
Maybe with someone else. Someone special.
Remember: life is a precious gift. Protect it.
Love, always,
Dad