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

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

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

Hey, Big Mama.
Make sure my baby has a good time. Make sure you and John do everything you wanna do, whenever you wanna do it. And make sure my baby does things. I want you 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 favorite pub. There's beautiful music 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.
Love you.

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

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