Just a letter to Alexander after he stopped coming to check on Finnian when he was at his lowest point.

Alexander,
          It has been a great phase since you last visited me, or even wrote me. You greet me during working hours, and we speak as if my condition has evaporated. Truth be told the both of us are highly aware that I am far from recovery.
          Tell me, old friend, how's the wife? Oh, and that lovely son of yours. Philip has always been a charming individual, substantially for his age and upbringing. Do not fret, 'twas only a joke. You have raised that boy perfectly well.
        I do apologize for being absent from society for an extended period of time. It is simply that, the loss of my love as well as the entirety of my comrades has affected me greatly. I have yet to come to terms with the loss of my friends as well as the recent passing of my dear mother. Things have been going poorly for me as of late, but I won't trouble you too much with my self pity.
       Despite your words of encouragement, I do not see how my life is worth living. I have lost everyone that is dear to me, and I cannot simply say that I am satisfied with what this life has offered me. It seems that God is playing a cruel game. Thy father shows me true happiness, and then takes it away just as quick. I hope that this letter does not trouble you too much to the point of becoming agitated with me. I am simply an old friend who questions his own legitimacy and purpose.
      I hope the best for you and your family,
                                              Finnian Walsh