A Series of Letters

by Dashie04

1-8-16

To, my late wife, Chrissy;

Five years ago. Five years ago, you died. You left Sparky depressed, Jack angry, and me wondering why I didn’t come sooner.

Honestly Chrissy, I’m glad you did. I’m glad you left me feeling guilty, because it gave me the courage to quit, and Jack’s anger resulted in fiery speeches that I helped with. Now, the entire populous of Ponyville was truly convinced that Changelings aren’t bad. Especially after they noticed I had one in tow.

Now, I’m not saying that your death was a good thing. I’m writing this letter on the fifth anniversary of it, and I still miss you every day. Your death left a hole in the family that was slowly filled.

Lance, she came out and dropped her demeanor to have a serious talk with me. She loves me, yeah, yeah yeah.

Well, anyways, she finally convinced me to cave. I didn’t marry her because I wanted to spit in your face, or take advantage of a bad situation, but because I wanted the children to have a family. I’m sure you would’ve approved if you were still here, Chrissy.

Well, Lance is still working in the military. She’s been doing some rescue mission, and my name isn’t a bad word anymore. Slate went with her, and now they’re fighting together, the team we formed so long ago, unbroken.

Now, Sparky left home. However, your death has brought us together, and Sparky still visits me frequently. Just to chat with her and her wife. She finally married, and I couldn’t be happier.

Likewise, Sparky’s working in the military. She seldom gets sent on the same missions as my friends, but who am I kidding, they’re all my friends. She loves the job, and her militarism has been replaced with a more sensitive side. Effectively, she got the best of both worlds.

Jack’s Changeling Civil Rights Movement eventually succeeded. It took some perseverance, but when three ponies and a Changeling in the flesh participate, they listen.

Now, Changelings live happier among ponies, either disguised or otherwise. When my team finally killed Chrysalis, the Changelings with the mind bonds started wandering, and they eventually came here to live as their own ponies. They live amongst us as friends that were once enemies.

Jack’s probably rocking a technological job right now. Probably working with the hospital or working his way to it, as that’s the last thing I heard him say he wanted to do. That’s a tough job to get, though, and I’m sure he wants to do such a thing to remember you. He wants to find sufficient treatments for brain tumors. He wants to make it so families like pirs aren’t ripped away from each other when it comes to things like that.

As for me? Well, I quit. I felt like I wasn’t getting satisfaction from my job, and I decided that quitting was the most logical solution. So, I took a page from your book and decided to become a teacher. Luckily, my experience in the military made me a viable position for teaching about Magical Energy Weapons and overall weapon history. I could do something else, but I wanted to remember you in such a way that I wouldn’t forget.

As for Slate, he’s known as the first reformed Changeling. However, he’s used his title for good and talked about Changeling reformations as much as Jack and I have. He’s also pretty cute, as he still curls up beside my bed when he’s back from missions.

Well, my and Lance’s. We’re still together, it’s like we never left. I really love that.

Chrissy, I guess that the point I’m trying to make here is that your death caused so much pain. However, we used that pain to grow and build. We haven’t forgotten you, in fact, we’re remembering you in what we do. You’ve always been there, and in a sense, you’re here now. You just aren’t physically here. However, your spirit is, and I won’t forget that.

That’s the reason I writing this letter, in case you’re still watching us from the beyond. Chrissy, you’ve never left. You’ve done so much for us, and remembering you is keeping you alive. In our hearts at least.

I know that whenever Jack has children, I’ll tell them about the grandmother they never got to see. I’ll do this in hope that your memory won’t be forgotten.

Sure, these stories may be a bit exaggerated, but would you really care?

So, as the years go on, and I remember you. I ask that, Chrissy, wherever you are, you recognize this. Stay alive in our hearts, and I’ll never let you go. Not for a second wife, reformed Changelings or whatever, you are still Chrissy to me. Whatever you do, I’ll try to be there.

The idea is not crying because you’re dead, but remembering everything you’ve done for us while you were alive, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

My inner ramblings aside, I truly wish you were here. I’d love if you could see Sparky grow up, and Jack do the same, but in a way, you have been. Also, in a way, your death caused them to mature so fast.

Like I’ve said, this isn’t a good thing, but rather a thing that must’ve happened.

They say you grow from your experiences, and bad ones are a chance to grow more, and I’d have to agree.

We wouldn’t have done all this if it weren’t for what happened, but who knows, we might’ve done different things. However, I’m glad whatever happened, did.

Usually, I’d send this to your grave or whatever, but that doesn’t seem fitting. I think this’ll go up in a nice frame, so that, wherever you are, you can see it whenever you wish. Honestly, I’ll be leaving it up for myself.

With all love and affection;
Corny.