I'm on my death bed, darling. John won't stop crying, and I am just laying here, on our bed. Your pillow still has alittle bit of your scent on it. My hands are staring to hurt from the writing.

                          My eyesight is going bad, everything is kind of a blur, and I won't stop throwing up.

    The baby fat is gone now. I want to walk around and see your face again. I want to kiss your lips and hold you. I want to be shackled next to you ,my dear. In the midnight dark room, no company except you, our voices linger in the air.

    Our hearts still hold hope and love. We can't live with out each other, and if I die, if you still are shackled down in the long room, that is midnight black, I don't want you to come back to our house, when you get out. I want you to journey somewhere else, find a wife and start a family, 'cause we couldn't start one.

           There are no more doctors. They have all died from the illness.

                                                                       Stay With Me In My Mind,

                                                                                   Alexandria