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

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

My leather koti, jacket is for you. I always loved the way that looked on you. But the rest of my stuff, wewe don't need it. Make some space in that bloody apartment for yourself. Go on. It's time, baby.
P.S. I upendo you.

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

Denise, take holly to Whelan's, my inayopendelewa pub. There's beautiful muziki 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.
upendo you.

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

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