When I woke up, I wasted no time in getting started on developing what I have come to call “The Last Lesson.” It has taken me nearly five weeks to develop, and this evening, I have reached the end. I knew that writing these letters to the Fossil Five (that’s what I have come to call you) would become one of the most meaningful acts of writing of my life. I was right. After I finish your letter, I have just one more to go, and then it is all over.
The doctors were wrong about how long I actually had to live. Three months? Not even close. But I think it’s a little late to worry about suing them. I didn’t have 90 days like they had predicted. I am on day 37, and I will be lucky to reach 40.
Yes. I am that close to the end. No drama there, really. If you are reading this, it means that I’m a
