I’m going to post the letter Q sent to Courtney on November 21st, and I hope neither of them mind me doing so. My family and I thought it was a very beautiful letter and wanted to share his words with all of you. Q sent this letter to me because he didn’t think Courtney would ever see his message to her on Facebook. I was able to read the letter to Courtney the same day he sent it, and it brought tears to her eyes – I think they were happy tears though. I know they are sharing stories together in Heaven now.
Hey Courtney,
I don’t know that you’ll ever get this, but I wanted to say goodbye, if that’s the way it is. We’ve been through a lot of the same stuff. I’m sorry that transplant wasn’t the answer for either of us, but I do know that this is no failure. The opposite, in fact.
The writer Dostoyevsky, trying to find meaning among the unthinkable hardship in the Russian gulags, decided that suffering was not only an affliction but also an asset, a way to hone our character, our strength, our faith. he said our task was not to avoid suffering but to try to live up to it. We live up to it by not letting it consume our inner selves, by not forking our will over to it.
I don’t say this often, but you have lived up to yours. You have earned the right to let go.
I’ll always remember you for sharing this bizarre cystic life with me and the others. I’ll remember you also for your kindness and for the way you stood behind me when half of the world was sending me death threats over Pepe. That meant more than you knew. Now, as you prepare to take leave, to find your well-deserved rest, I remember that none of us is an island, that we each have important legacies, even if we’re just average people dealing with unpleasant realities. Maybe we don’t always appreciate this because people forget to tell us we have touched them.
I know you have touched many people and are continuing to do so. I want you to know I am one of them; I didn’t want to forget.
Whether I’m far behind or just a few steps, I’ll be joining you in the not-to-distant future. I’ll ask for you when I get there. Peace to you, Courtney.
Q