I got a letter from my mom almost 13 years after the deaths of my mom, brother, and unborn sister.

It's kind of long, but I think it's worth it.<br><br>My mom and little brother died in a car accident when I was 11 years old (I'm 23 now). It was a drunk driving accident and it was very unexpected. My mom was pregnant with a baby girl at the time as well. <br><br>I remember it being a very strange day, I went from a pretty happy kid to a...not very happy one. <br><br>When I was younger, I used to fantasize that my mom and little brother were still alive. Sometimes I would even think I saw them.<br><br>I have always missed my mom, it was hard growing up. I was raised by my father for a while, but he was emotionally absent because of his depression (which he has since gotten help for) and so I was on my own for some time. My grandpa and his wife took me in for a while but I longed to have a mom. <br><br>In the years since their passing, I have found out more about my mom. It's been very beautiful to get to know her as an adult. I learned that the day of the accident, she was helping a friend move. I learned that she had a joke about making it 9 months on the planet, and since I didn't look good in pink, I was better off being a boy. I learned the last book she read. I learned about the way she smelled, the way she sounded when she laughed, the music she listened to, the stories she liked to read and tell, and her favorite foods.<br><br>I've always wondered what it would be like if she wrote me letters. Would I get them in the mail? Would I find them somehow? I've found a few of her journals, and they're so beautiful. The writing is just exquisite. But she never got to meet me as an adult. I used to think that would never happen. <br><br>I live in an old house, there's a lot of strange things about it. There's this little sewing room. It's tiny. Maybe 2×4 feet. But it's...there's something about it. Whenever I walk past it, something about it feels like it pulls me in. I've always felt like I had to go in there. So, one day I did. <br><br>And there was a letter. But it was a letter from my mom, to me, as an adult. <br><br>It was dated July 6th, but there was no year. I'm not sure when she wrote it but I know it's been here the whole time. This house was in really bad condition when I bought it, nobody lived here for over 10 years. I know my mom has never been here. Somehow, I think she wrote that letter for me. <br><br>I cannot tell you how many times I have wished for her to be there with me. I wish she had written letters for me to read as I grew up. But she didn't. I was sad about it. <br><br>I am so grateful. I got a letter. I know it's not possible. I know she didn't write it. But I got one, and it feels real. <br><br>I just wanted to share it with you guys, it feels like something you would appreciate.<br><br>The letter is below. I put a picture of it above.<br><br>Dear Liam, <br><br>I'm so happy to see you thriving. You are my favorite person in the world, and you always will be. I think it's time for me to go. <br><br>I love you more than I can say. Please take care of yourself and do the best you can. You are strong. <br><br>With all of my love, <br><br>Mommy.<br><br>Edit: Thank you to everyone for their kind comments and messages. It is truly a feeling like no other. I will cherish this letter forever.<br><br>Edit: I didn't notice it in the picture, but the paper is a little bit torn by the words "With all of my love", which is even stranger.