Dear William.
My son, I write this letter to you with a heavy heart. I write this letter with tears of pain and sorrow. It torments me not knowing how you are? How your family is? Of course you send me a letter each passing year but I'm afraid that's not enough. I wish to see you in the flesh, to hold you and laugh like we used to. You will always be my little boy... M̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶p̶a̶i̶n̶f̶u̶l̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶r̶u̶n̶ ̶a̶r̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ S̶i̶m̶i̶l̶a̶r̶i̶t̶i̶e̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶
Everyone is here. All your sisters and half siblings. Trying to spend as much as time together with your father. He has lived his life and is almost at a point where he shall depart from the living. We all ought to be there. You as well, my son. To spend our last days tog
