Dear Luke,

On the night of January 22nd I got a text from Luke's best friend Clairisa informing me that Luke was in a hospital and his condition wasn't looking good.  Directly after speaking with Clairisa for the first time I was in a saddened state of shock and disbelief.  At that time my mind was convinced that Luke would survive and that all of this worry would be something to look back on in the future and talk about.  After hanging up the phone with Clairisa that night I felt compelled to talk to Luke, but I couldn't.  So I decided to release all of that worry and sadness I wrote a letter to Luke which I had intended to read to him when he got better.  Unfortunately Luke never got better, and I never had the opportunity to share the letter with him.  As a remedy to that I think it's fitting that I share the letter with you and maybe, in a cosmic way, send the message to Luke through cyber space.  The following letter is what I had written to Luke on the night of the 22nd. directly after speaking with Clairisa for the first time:

January 22, 2013
Dear Luke,

    What can I say? You're in the hospital right now in a coma and I am feeling helpless and devastated.  Your friend Clairisa contacted me.  She's a great person and I can totally see how great of a friend she is to you.

    There are so many "what ifs" running in my head.  What if something happens to you?  What if the worst happens?  I can't let myself think about that!  How can I remember our history; Our past, knowing that the possibility for a present or a future with you in my life won't exist.  I can't bring myself to accept that!  I once defined faith to you as "knowing that you'll wake up in the morning and the earth is still rotating around its axis.  Faith isn't knowing; it's believing."  Right now I have to have faith in you.  I have to believe that you'll wake up and this will all seem like a dream.  I have to believe that in another 5 years I'll be talking to you about today.  I have to believe because... it's you!  How could I not  believe? I can't let you go.  Not yet!  You still have so much living to do! You have to meet your first love still.  You have to be given the chance to feel the same feelings that you made me feel.  You deserve life.  Please keep fighting!  Don't leave me and the people who love you!  You still have too much living to do.  I beg you.  Please fight!  Fight harder and more aggressive than you've ever fought.  Please choose to stay here!  Don't go!  Please!

Sincerely, 
Sergio


Unfortunately Luke passed away four days later.  But I have to believe he's still here; around the people who love him dearly.  I have to believe that when I talk to him, or write to him he can hear me.  I will always miss him dearly and I can't imagine the future without him in it.  To fix that, I intend to write to him regularly in this space in hopes that maybe, in some cosmic way, he'll hear me.  I hope you can hear me Luke.