
Carlos,
It is a strange feeling to face death, but I am trying my best. They told me I would be angry, and sad, and then acceptance will come. They lied. I'm just getting angrier and sadder, and I will never be ready to go. This disease has destroyed my body but my mind will be clear to the end. Lucky me, I guess.
I'm going to be leaving you with Camila and Alejandro. I don't know who I pity more. Camila will be okay, she's her father's daughter. It's Alej who keeps me up at night. Your son needs your understanding so my last wish is to think of today, the day of my funeral, as day one of your new relationship.
Mi amor, we've never been good at communicating, but the record needs to be set straight. I don't hate you. At least, not anymore. I forgive you for the drinking, for the cheating. Everything. I'm done and not going to take it with me. Instead, I will be taking the memory of standing on the porch, watching you walk home to me through sunset fields.
This is goodbye, for now.
Lucia