The one man apocalypse.

A little background, I work as a nurse on an inpatient oncology unit, a unit for cancer patients. We get a wide range of cancer patients, some with good prognoses, and some who are almost at the end of their life. 7 years ago, we had one of the latter. He came in for a few days, and while he was obviously in pain and miserable, he was a very kind, gentle man. 2 days before he passed away he asked to see me and a couple of my coworkers. He gave each of us a handwritten letter and asked that we read them when he was gone and only talk about him positively. We promised, and 2 days later he passed away. I found the letters in my locker after he passed, I hadn’t gotten a chance to read them yet and must have forgotten about them. That night, before I had a chance to read them, my apartment was broken into and I woke up to someone in my bedroom. I was a nightmare, screaming and crying and hitting whatever I could find. The man fled with a few things, but thank God nothing major. After it happened, my manager called and told me that there had been a man around the hospital during the time that patient was here, just lurking, and she thought it was weird, but I never put two together. The letters ended up in a pile on my coffee table, so one night I finally decided to read them. I sat down and read them, and the last one said something along the lines of “if for whatever reason I don’t make it, please don’t be afraid, just be kind.” I was terrified that he was going to come to my apartment and that he was going to hurt me. I didn’t sleep for months, always on edge. I felt like shit, I quit my job and got a different one in the same city, but it took so long. It was like he was watching me, and I couldn’t get away. The only thing I knew was his name, and he was from a few states over. I went to his town, looked up his family, and no one knew anything about him being anywhere else. He was gone. I still don’t know what happened to him, if he was killed or if he just moved somewhere else. But for years I was terrified, always looking over my shoulder and never feeling safe. I never told anyone about it until now, and I just don’t know what to do. I want to tell his family, but I don’t want them to hate me. I want to move somewhere else. I don’t want to go through that again, but I don’t know if I will.