Dear James,

You are a dream. I don't know what I ever did to deserve you. You're the reason I'm able be who I am, without you I'm not sure what I'd do. I'd probably go insane. After my last letter to you, I wrote to my mother. It was the first letter I had sent to her. I hadn't sent her a letter because I didn't know what to say. I didn't have anything good to tell her. I don't want to make her worry anymore than she already is. I asked her about dad. She said he's still fighting, but he isn't expected to get better. She said he only has a little while left, and I'm not sure either of us will be home by then. She said that he wanted to let you and I know that he loves us, and he's very proud. I know how much you and dad liked each other, so I wanted to tell you as soon as I could. I was hoping he would be able to live until we made it back home, but it doesn't look like it'll happen. We won't get to say goodbye in person. It seems letters will have to suffice just like they do with everything else these days. Don't worry too much, James. He'll be okay no matter what. He's always been strong, physically and mentally, and this sickness can't take that away from him. You should write him if you get the chance. I know it would mean a lot to him. Again, don't worry too much. We both know he wouldn't want that. Please stay safe. I love you so much, James.

Sincerely, Elizabeth