I cannot believe it, but my dear friend Hamlet is dead. I tried to stop him from dueling with Laretes. I knew that something was going to happen, and it did. My best friend is dead. My best friend's parents and awful stepfather are dead as well. Ophelia is dead, her father is dead, and her brother is dead. I am left alone, except for Fortinbras. Yes, I have my life, so you would think that I could not complain, but really who do I have to live for? What do I have to live for? I wanted to poison myself as Hamlet was dying, but he would not allow it. To show my respect for him, I listened to him. How do I press foward now? How do I move on when I am alone? Like my dear friend Hamlet believed, we all turn to dust in the end.
How did you get so lucky and live? Congrats! We will all be watching over you.
ReplyDeleteHoratio, you were my dear son's only true friend. You stuck it out for him and I am very grateful for that. He couldn't have done it without you by his side.
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