Hello its me, this is gonna be hard for you to read but I write this knowing every time you thinks shits got to much for you to handle (so don’t cry on it MUM!!) you can read this and hopefully it will help you all get through.
For a start SHIT I got hit!! Now Iv got that out the way I can say the things Iv hopefully made clear, or if I havent this should clear it all up for me. My hole life you’v all been there for me through thick and thin bit like a wedding through good and bad. Without you I believe I wouldn’t have made it as far as I have. I died doing what I was born to do I was happy and felt great about myself although the army was sadly the ending of me it was also the making of me so please don’t feel any hate toward it. One thing I no I never made clear to you all was I make jokes about my life starting in the Army. That’s wrong VERY wrong my life began a LONG time before that (Obviously) but you get what I mean. All the times Iv tried to neglect the family get angry when you try teach me right from wrong wot I mean to say is I only realised that you were trying to help when I joined the army and without YOUR help I would have never had the BALLS, the GRIT and the damn right determination to crack on and do it. If I could have a wish in life it would to be able to say Iv gone and done things many would never try to do. And going to Afghan has fulfilled my dream ie my goal. Yes I am young wich as a parent must brake you heart but you must all somehow find the strength that I found to do something no matter how big the challenge. As Im writing this letter I can see you all crying and mornin my death but if I could have one wish in an “after life” it would be to stop your crying and continueing your dreams (as I did) because if I were watching only that would brake my heart. So dry your tears and put on a brave face for the rest of your friends and family who need you.
I want each and everyone of you to forfill a dream and at the end of it look at what you have done (completed) and feel the accomplishment and achievement I did only then will you understand how I felt when I passed away.
[To his brothers:] You are both amazing men and will continue to be throughout your lives you both deserve to be happy and fofill all of your dreams.
Dad – my idol, my friend, my best friend, my teacher, my coach, everything I ever succeeded in my life I owe to you and maybe a little bit of me! You are a great man and the perfect role model and the past two years of being in the army I noticed that and me and you have been on the best level we have ever been. I thank you for nothing because I no all you have given to me is not there to be thanked for its there because you did it cause you love me and that is my most proudest thing I could ever say.
Mum, where do I start with you!! For a start your perfect, your smell, your hugs, the way your life was dedicated to us boys and especially the way you cared each and every step us boys took. I love you, you were the reason I made it as far as I did you were the reason I was loved more than any child I no and that made me feel special.
Your all such great individuals and I hope somehow this letter will help you get through this shit time!! Just remember do NOT mourn my death as hard as this will seem, celebrate a great life that has had its ups and downs. I love you all more than you would ever no and in your own individual ways helped me get through it all. I wish you all the best with your dreams.
Remember chin up head down. With love Cyrus xxxx
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._. his spelling sucks. idk if that’s on purpose, but it sucks. badly. and not on any account would i write numerous ‘f*cks’ and ‘sh*ts’ when writing a letter to my mom, but maybe things are different there than it is here. XD
so, okay. i know that everyone has to die at one point of their life, but i can never stand stories like this.
you know, stories where people choose to die rather than to live– because even though those said people live in the army for example, or have malignant cancer, they chose their path. and from their conscious decision, they chose to die.
Cyrus told his mother in his last letter that being in the army was where he allegedly ‘found himself’ and that he’s proud to be in the army, to die in the army, and thanked his mom for making him have the determination to pursue his military career. and then i read another passage some time ago where a mother of 2 kids decided to take euthanasia instead of fighting her disease. i read the account of her son when he wrote in the last days of his mother’s life. they were still fighting on who should clean the bathroom (which was imo, ridiculous) and how he wished he didn’t fight as much with his mother and also to have the chance to make up the time lost bickering with her. and we were there, the three of us, to see her sleep. it was more or less that. the husband, and the two sons, watched as a beloved wife and mother died.
it might be selfish of me but i, will do everything in my power to make my mom stay, even if she chose euthanasia. i cannot be there, holding my mom’s hand while she’s going to die her planned death. i cannot stay at home, getting constant letters from my son who is in Afghanistan, knowing that at one point, those letters would stop and he would never make it home. i just can’t.
maybe my point of view will change. because i never know (and i pray to never know) how it feels like to have your hairs falling off your body when you’re under chemo, or have the passion to fight in the army. maybe then, my point of view will change.
but for now, i cannot stand planned death, not even stories about them. and i pray with all my might, that people whom i care about, will live until the age of 95 and die in their sleep. that’s the best way to die.