Dear... Death..

I'm very sure of your success.. You are just like a hawk, you know? You never let it go.

What's wrong with you, Death? You took away my father, my mommy, my little bro' as well. Don't you have a family of yours?

You are a very bad person, if at all you are. You deserve to cry a lot... You are making the world weep, Death.

It's for you that I'm lying here, on the hospital bed- breathing in and out of an oxygen mask.. so many needles piercing into me. What have I done? What can a girl of ten do?

I miss Joe and Susan and Brian and.. I miss Snoopy, my very own doggy..

Don't you have a heart, Death? Do you not miss your friends?

The injections that they stick into me every now and then- have you ever had one? It's awful!

Death? Do me one favor okay? The doctors said today's my last day- I won't be here tomorrow. Will you promise me one thing?

When I become a star, cry for me a bit.. 'Cause you haven't seen how I cry for mommy's or daddy's or bro's stars, have you..

And let me sleep peacefully.. I wish Daddy was here.. He'd have spanked you..

Yours affectionately (?)

Martha

Death,

My rifle fell apart in the sand today. Again. I fell hard that time.

Not as hard as others.

I can still hear his voice, and hot breath pounding on my temple door. "Why do you go on?"

He can't hear me anymore, but you can. I go on for those that cannot.

The ones you took.

Yours Soon,

Me

Dear Death,

You should have taken me instead.

I just don’t understand,

Why you chose him.

I am not the kind,

To change the world.

But he was.

Why did I live?

Why didn’t he?

He was far more deserving of your kindness,

Than I was.

So kind,

As to leave me be,

But cruel enough to take him away.

It’s no wonder,

You have such a bad reputation.

Though,

After what you’ve done,

Perhaps that’s what you want.

Why did you take our greatest strength?

The only person I knew,

That was truly loved,

By any they met.

Are you not fond of love?

Maybe it’s because you think love,

Is not fond of you.

But how could it be?

You take from us,

People worth dying for,

And kill them.

And the people,

Those who are so cruel,

They cannot be classified as human;

Those who don’t deserve to live,

Do.

Why do you do this?

Why do you take,

The ones well-loved,

To have as your own?

Were you wronged,

At some time,

By a love gone poorly?

I just can’t understand,

Why you didn’t take me,

Instead.

I just can’t understand,

Why you would go on,

As if you want,

To be hated.

To be feared.

Maybe,

It is because it gives you power.

Anytime you can make someone,

Have emotions,

Caused by you,

You have power over them.

But is that power worth,

All of the pain,

You cause yourself,

And others?

Why do you do it?

How are you okay,

With being hated?

It’s not too late to return him,

And take me,

Is it?

It probably is.

I hope you’re happy,

Death.

Because of you,

Most others aren’t.

Dear death,

I am going to see you soon, I've felt it already.

If I don't see you now, I inevitably will in the future...So is it necessary to call me right now??

If it is, please let me say my goodbyes.

In these secluded mountains, let me carve my legacy....and please don't tell my daughter, can you erase her memories?

Because I never spent time with her, not in a good way...If you aren't gonna let me make it right, you better do it yourself.

Yours,

Dear Death

Why havent you come for me yet?

I lived my life, I did well, raised kids, helped people, accomplished all I wanted.

I'm ready to go, I have nothing else to do here, in this world.

Why are you making me wait for you?

Why make my grandkids spend their days by my hospital bed?

Why make the watch me in pain and sickness, instead of living for themselves.

I wish I could tell them to just go live, and let me wait to die.

But they won't listen to me, they'll only listen to you.

So please, won't you come and get me?

I'll be waiting.

Dear Death,

I wanna bet.

No, not on the outcome of this game

That would surely be insane.

But that in life I will do better

So that when you come, I’ll be greater

To prove to you, that even if you’re inevitable

My life’s irrelevance is all but evitable.

The rules have been set

Will you stick around to see it met?

Or will you too, take on the bet?

Dear Death,

You are the literal worst. You have trapped many people in your heartless clutches. But I will not be fooled. You will not get me.

You took my friend. She was so full of life. She had a career path. She had so much opportunity to be something. And yet you decided to talk to her. You and her danced so many death threatening steps. Until one day, she believed you. Now she is nothing. But you will not get me.

You took my grandfather. He was so generous and kind. He always gave me something, even if it was just a pretty rock he found walking. He cared about me, my siblings, and my cousins. It absolutely crushed us when we found out he wasn't our real grandfather. But he continued to love us. Then your friend, Agedness, took him on a long walk. A walk straight to you. You took him away from me, Death! But you will never take me.

You took my dog. My closest and dearest friend. He loved me and was so loyal. I have never felt so loved by anyone else. He gave me peace about my future. He cuddled me when I was sad. Then you convinced him to walk across that busy intersection. You hurt me in so many ways, Death. Which is why I decided, you cannot have me.

What did you do to deserve me? Take away those I loved? That does not deserve a reward like me. You have lost your chance to get me.

From,

The girl who lives forever

Dear Death,

I have tried to visit three times now and you won’t answer the gate. I tried the pearly one up front and the gates in back that were on fire to no avail. You had to hear me screaming, “Please just let me in!” the last time I came around.

Evidently I am not welcome until my unknown scheduled appointment time.

So here I sit at this sad job trying to appear busy and sane. It is exhausting.

Obviously I am obsessed with the mystery that surrounds you yet you shut me out.

You are responsible for more than a few holes in my heart causing unimaginable pain.

If you won’t let me in then I beg you to let me go. Stop monopolizing all

my thoughts and bringing darkness to my soul. You are keeping me from Life

which should be cherished and enjoyed. I promise to stop visiting unannounced if you will allow me to appreciate the joy of Life until it is my time. Lovelove, Lizzle

I know you encounter so many people in your line of work. Maybe at first, the faces stayed with you; it felt personal. Maybe you mourned. By now, it's probably just a job. I'm sure it's easy to get jaded when you've been working as long as you have.

But maybe you remember my Dad.

No, he wasn't especially handsome. He wasn't particularly young or particularly old. He never conquered the world, and he didn't go out with a bang. He died a quiet sort of death. But he was good. And he was brave. He hadI the sort of quiet courage that made you forget he had been dying for three years. The battles he fought were with himself, and with the body that had betrayed him. They were the sort of battles you didn't really notice until the end, when he was fighting to hang on: to support the wife that depended on him, and the three daughters, who looked up to him as a hero.

Maybe now you'll remember him, and for a moment, it'll be personal again. And you'll mourn too. If you do, thank you.