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

Holly.
Go on disco diva! Karaoke this month. Perform and toi never know, toi might be rewarded...
P.S. I l’amour you.

My leather veste is for you. I always loved the way that looked on you. But the rest of my stuff, toi don't need it. Make some l’espace in that bloody apartment for yourself. Go on. It's time, baby.
P.S. I l’amour you.

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

Denise, take houx to Whelan's, my favori pub. There's beautiful musique 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.
l’amour you.

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

Dear Gerry,
toi a dit toi wanted me to fall in l’amour again... And maybe one jour I will, but there are all kinds of l’amour 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 toi did it, but toi brought me back from the dead. I'll write to toi again soon.
P.S. Guess what.