"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 tu 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 tu believe it? I've written tu letters. Letters that will be coming to tu all sorts of ways. I waited till your birthday. I figured tu weren't stepping out of the house for a while. Letter number one will be arriving tomorrow. Now, tu 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 tu to get dolled up, and just go out and celebrate tonight. Go out with your girlies. I hereby free tu 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 amor 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 amor 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 siguiente letter comes. And I know tu hate your job, but I'll help. Look for a sign. You'll know what to do.
P.S. I amor you.

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

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

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

Denise, take acebo to Whelan's, my favorito! pub. There's beautiful música 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.
amor you.

To my Galway Girl:
You're an ángel for seeing my folks. I told tu my mom didn't hate your guts. Well, tu know, anymore. tu are now standing in my fort, where I did all my big thinking. This is where I stood thinking about tu after the very first time we met. tu didn't look real to me at first. I never saw so many colores on one girl before... But tu looked like tu belonged out there, all right. tu and all your colors. Do tu remember the first thing tu ever dicho to me? ("I'm lost.") Oh, tu didn't look lost, not to me. At first, the no-talking thing didn't last. Before long, I couldn't get tu to shut up. But tu were so cute, trying to impress me with William Blake and all your grand plans. I had no idea what tu were talking about... I didn't have a clue, actually. I loved tu right then and there. Life had changed as I knew it. And now it's changed again, love. See, I don't worry about tu remembering me... It's that girl on the road tu keep forgetting. "My business is to create. It doesn't even matter what tu do." tu told me that, remember? P.S. So go home. Go find it. Find that thing that makes tu 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 inicial 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 o make tu buy a lamp, tu can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell tu how much tu mover me, how tu changed me. tu made me a man, por loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... Literally. If tu can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, o unsure, o tu lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank tu for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. tu 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 amor again. Watch out for that signal, when life as tu know it ends.
P.S. I will always amor you.

Dear Gerry,
tu dicho tu wanted me to fall in amor again... And maybe one día I will, but there are all kinds of amor 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 tu did it, but tu brought me back from the dead. I'll write to tu again soon.
P.S. Guess what.